Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall, I glare, further ahead, the exuberance of my long-awaited dawn. (Caption..) I let go of what never belonged to me, for eternity to come. In renunciation, I lose nothing; I free myself, immensely from old weights, false truths, fears, vanities. Strengths so high that I rise against my progress. It distresses my heart to understand that the more I am willing to conquer the higher regions of the essence, the greater the obstacles that stand in the way of my rise . What do I do then? Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall,
