In my desire is my freedom and suffering,
But how wonderful must be
That inner freedom from natural desire.
When one can return home
Or when one is no longer a lonely number,
And life is no longer a journey but an experience
And death, not a failure of life but its completion.
To be free of life in a deathless moment.
For the ashes scattered or submerged
There is multitude in solitude,
To return to the ashes of ancient wisdom,
How much does one has to desire, to be free of desire.
Play, play in the mountains while you are young,
The return to the mountains is a heavy ascent,
And the river always flows downhill.
One cannot count on age and wrinkles,
Old age is a time for reconciliation
Where nostalgia eats hollow the tree of life.
Find whatever you wish to find in youth,
No adventurer should allow himself to grow old.
What beauty I find within your words... I have favorite verses throughout, but I choose perhaps this: "Where nostalgia eats hollow the tree of life." Now that is original! Blessings, ~Abby