A glass is always half full

Allow your dreams to burn you

But think of your achievements as dead ashes

We can only live for the sparks

Nothing of the glory remains

The same fire that sets you ablaze also smokes you

We are already on a funeral pyre

We shall be grateful that death has no mercy

And we don’t need to keep our day job forever

As life squeezes into a single drop of rain

Death absorbs us into a tunnel with no way out

But don’t let death disappoint life

Remember to keep someone inside your heart

and allow other hearts to carry your soul around

Become aware of those shadows you reflect outside

Find your balance on the scale of mind and matter

Our half in equals half out

Always keep yourself on the side of what is beyond description.

For a retreat during a hot summer and a chilly winter

Where are our crackpots, weirdos, mystics, philosophers, and poets?

Who is here to guide us to the edge?

To teach us how to see the world through the eyes of the dead

It only feels like half out here—less than what you imagined it to be

Admire any half-sage or half-jester you come across, anywhere

But question those who think in terms of absolute binary

So we can feel the warmth that exists between cold and hot

It’s half a game, half a spiritual journey, half a love story, and half a way of life

A glass of life half full will always remain half empty