In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.