man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright; he dares not say, “i think”, “iAM,” but quotes some saint or sage. he is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. these snails under my window make no reference to former snails or better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with nature today. there is no time to them. there is simply the snail. the world becomes who they are. they are perfect in every moment of their existence. before a leaf bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown sunflower there is no more; in the leafless there is no less; there is only enough; what is here and now. its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike.
death is life’s single most greatest invention, it clears away the old and makes room for the new. it is life’s change agent the destination we all share, no-one has escaped it. however, even those who believe in heaven fear to die; but, remembering that you are going to die is a powerful tool to help you make the big decisions in life. all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment, or failure falls away in the face of death; leaving only what is truly important. remembering that you are going to die is the best way to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.
we all want to be happy, to be free, to feel love; but we fear to sacrifice for love, freedom and happiness; choosing instead to hold on to the very things that bring us misery. we live in denial. so tonight we dance one last time our fears disappear under these burning stars. we have no worries about tomorrow, where joy dwells time does not live. forever young we are: go your way traveler. do not postpone, or remember, live in the present, do not revert your eye lamenting the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround you, standing on tiptoe to foresee the future. be happy, be strong live with nature in the present, above time.