This body is like the earth. Our bones are like the mountains. Our belly is like the sea. Our flesh is like the dust and the mud. The hair that grows on us like plants, and the skin from which this hair grows is like arable land, and the area of our body where hair does not grow is akin to saline soil. Our sadness is like darkness and our laughter like sunlight. Sleep is brother to death. Our childhood is liked spring, our youth like summer. Our maturity is like the autumn. Our old age like the winter of our life. All of our movements are the stars moving in the sky.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Aug 2013 09:21:12 +0000
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