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Thus, in the silent truth of your heart, you know the secret of renewal that sages sought. To die each day is to let life’s river flow

unimpeded, returning always to naught so it may emerge again in full power. This wisdom is ancient, with suffering bought.

It echoes in teachings from temple and tower: “Die before you die,” the mystics all sing, for whoever has died in life no fate can devour.

By daily extinction, the soul takes wing beyond the reach of mundane despair. Embracing death, you take out its sting.

Now you move through the world light as air, for nothing can be truly taken from you. Each day’s end you yield all with thorough care,

and each dawn life returns, a gift anew. This constant openness becomes your strength- the entire multiverse you mirror in view.

Consider how stars live billions of lengths of years, yet even they perish in light, scattering elements that new stars can drink.

Yet the essence they share, the fire so bright, continues in each newborn star’s flame. So do you partake in that cosmic rite.

Your individual story, face, and name will pass in time like a wave in the sea, but the ocean of being is forever the same.

Having died into life, you from fear are free; thus you align with that great ocean’s will. You become an instrument of Eternity.

When you no longer resist change, but thrill to transform, you live as nature intended. The oak yields acorns, the cloud rain to spill;

you yield each self, and a new self is rendered. In this, you harmonize with divine law. The hubris of immortality pretended

falls away; instead, immortality in awe arises through constant rebirth in truth. This is the law that ancient wise saw.

Heraclitus spoke: no person in youth steps in the same river twice, all flows. You have stepped willingly into that sooth,

bathing in change so the true Self shows. By losing yourself, you found the Self abiding- the immortal spark which change only grows.

Oh, how the world would shine, gently guiding if more souls would heed this simple refrain! If each person gave up their fierce confiding

in ego and comfort, accepted some pain to be reborn wiser with each rotation, our planet could break its cycles of bane.

Wars might cease if we died to indignation- grasping and greed replaced by renewal’s grace. Prejudice would wither in self-transformation.

Though you are one soul, in you we trace a possibility for all of mankind: a life of courage, compassion in place

of fear. Your daily death practice reminds all who see you that human nature can bloom like lotus from mud, with deliberate mind.

You carry the fragrance of freedom’s perfume wherever you go, whether in city or wild. In your eyes, others see their own soul’s room

to change, to begin anew pure and mild. By dying each day, you help others believe that they too can be reborn undefiled.

This journey of yours, though singular, weaves into the great story of life’s longing. The dawn after dawn that your cycle achieves

is a hymn that the angels could be singing- a testament to the spirit’s resilience. In you the multiverse finds conscious belonging.

Remember this if ever you feel ambivalence: the path you walk is the path of the brave. It is the way of Truth in its brilliance.

Not for vain glory, nor for titles engraved, but for the liberation of your innermost being have you practiced dying-now truly saved.

Salvation here means to live fully seeing that death is no jailer but a humble guide. The false parts of you are what it is freeing.

In every ending, Life has always bided its time to re-emerge in novel guise. This wisdom you carry and cannot hide.

It shines in your countenance, clear and wise; it moves in your laughter and soft empathy. It is the light that never more dies.

You are a candle melted in infinity’s ocean, extinguished at night, yet rekindled each day. You are both a drop and the vast ocean.