The Harder Path: Living Beyond the Shadow of Death

The Harder Path: Living Beyond the Shadow of Death

To live is to bear the weight of the skies,
To wake each dawn with weary eyes.
Death seems a whisper, soft and kind,
A quiet release from the restless mind.

Philosophers spoke of this fleeting breath,
Socrates smiled at approaching death.
The saints have said life’s fire refines,
A forge of faith through hidden signs.

Struggles storm like relentless seas,
Worries gnaw with no reprieve.
Pleasures sparkle, yet swiftly fade,
Like morning dew in the sun-lit glade.

Yet beauty hides in fleeting days,
In tender touch, in whispered praise.
In pain we learn what hope can mean,
In night we dream of fields unseen.

To die requires a yielding sigh,
But living asks us to daily try.
To bear the weight, to walk the road,
To carve out meaning where none is showed.

The Gita whispers: “Perform thy deed,
Detach from fruit, yet sow the seed.”
In duty’s path, though shadows lie,
The soul finds wings to reach the sky.

The Psalms declare: “Though I walk in shade,
No fear shall rule, for Thou hast stayed.”
In valleys dark, God’s staff shall guide,
Till weary hearts in Him abide.

Buddha once taught, through mindful breath,
That life’s great truth is bound to death.
Yet freedom blooms where craving dies,
And peace is found in opened eyes.

So life becomes the braver art,
A ceaseless prayer, a beating heart.
For though its burden makes us cry,
It takes more courage to live than die.