Again and again
Men come in with birth
And go out with death.
One on three are followers of life
One in three are followers of death
And those just passing from life to death
Also number one in three.
But, they all die in the end
Why is this so?
Because they all clutch to life
And cling to this passing world.
I hear that one who lives by his own truth
Is not like this; he walks without making footprints in this world.
Going about, he goes not fear the rhinoceros or tiger
Entering a battlefield, he does not fear sharp weapons
For in him the rhino can find no place to pitch its horn
The tiger no place to fix its claw
The soldier no place to thrust his blade
Why is this so?
Because he dwells in that place
Where death cannot enter.
© From Two Suns Rising
A Collection of Sacred Writings.
Soundtrack: Pat Metheny|Toots Thielemans
© Always & Forever 1992 | https://youtu.be/wcAkEl6AV5Y