The Tale

The story that I’ll tell you
Is one you have never heard
The tale of life or
The tale of living
As you prefer.
I was young when I was told.
But I remember it clearly.
He was sitting on that old chair
His hands together and his eyes closed:
“I was young when I was told
Of this tale:
As everyone struggles to find
Meaning in life and death
They forget perhaps,
The most important one of all
The meaning of living.
As we walk and choose our ways
We find different answers, or none at all.
But nevertheless
We keep walking.
For there is nothing else left to do.
My father, as his father before him
Chose not to dwell on life and death
But in suffering.
For all suffering is in living
And living is in all suffering.
But as I now start forgetting
I ask you to remember
And tell the tale to someone
Who will seek the way out of suffering
By living with it.”
And as I now start forgetting
I ask you to tell this tale
To someone who will seek
The way out of suffering
By living with it.