We`ve got to live, no matter what crosses our ways.
We`ve got to live, no matter how deep and how high the ride might be.
We came here to be witnesses of what is happening.
Whether we konw it or not, we are in the hands of the Ground of all Being, and we go back there, when we are supposed to go back.
Demons yell, devils cry and we have nothing in our hands but: we belong to something exceeding space, time and our imagination.
Let them all cry - and let us all walk as long as there is something to walk.
We are both, living and dying in care of the Ground of Being.
Some call it God, some Atman, some Tao, some whatever.
I will not prepare for anything but move my feets as usual and keep my eyes open.
And when I die, I die...
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