What greater gift could anyone hope for
Than the terrible blessing of a life fully lived:
The layers of agony we explore to experience.
The palette of pain chosen in painting our lives.
The joy we encounter and cling to so futilely.
The burden of shame in judging self harshly.
The love we embrace, both the given and gifted.
The treasure of offspring, extending our lineage.
The battle between ego and soul for identity.
The desperate imagined state of separation.
The spectrum of sorrows we come to endure.
The transition to death, our promised reward.
What greater gift could anyone hope for
Than the terrible blessing of a life fully lived?