What to lose ! or
what to gain, to emptiness
the pot is filled with divine Ocean
.
on darkest path
walking upon direction
if appears lights, its all yours.
.
who says what
no matter now to me
trust receives what suitable to subtle .
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in the sequence
all along getting valued
waste churning on who are generator .
.
feet feels soft soil
heart feels fragrance divine
rest shut-up mind, stop noisy quarrel .
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