Landing in the breath of awareness
A vivid painting of our face
Strokes its curling colours
As the ocean caressing the sky
As the clouds enjoying their cry
Why such a sight?
An answer is impossible to write
For the mind is too late to the light
That shines timelessly in delight
Of its own inexhaustible being
Why fabricate a meaning?
When such inexplicable silence
Blisses itself out
Into an oblivion of pure seeing
Where real meaning is gleaming
Without rhyme nor reason
Life loves itself
In the spirit of true health
It dances through its seasons
From completion to completion
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