All that is going on,
Looks full of pleasure,.
Colors of duality,
As if,One and the same things,.
Despite nomenclature differs,.
Yet balance tilt here and there,
Nothing to discern,
Gradually widening whirl,
One part tries to gain singularity,
Centre gets loosened and parts wobbles,
The zealist full of conviction,
And others drowned in dreamy illusion,
The liberator may emerge,
Whether in human form,.
Or the mighty nature,.
Will shift it’s focus,
To align with heaven’s above.
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