Why is always the wrong question. There is no reason for the Universe to exist.
In this abides the deep beauty of Life, its being totally free.
Each moment, so frail and powerful is passing by. It could also have never been.
Miss it, and all that actually is it will be missed. This is the only real sin, missing the mark.
This missing is what brings that sense of lack in one’s life.
shakti
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