Birth And Death

A door called birth and a door called death. And in between a passage. Beyond them, burns an inextinguishable fire, the eternal source of all life. I arise from this fire and choosing a mask for myself, enter the door of birth. I walk the passage, wearing my mask with my co travelers, wearing masks of their choosing. Lost in the stories of our masks, we give and take lessons from one another. And then, one day, I reach the door of death. The mask is pulled away. I see the fire, know my truth. I take stock of what I learnt and what I need to learn. I choose a mask once more and walk towards the door of birth.The Eternal Jester watches, cries and laughs.