Mind
Flickering
Changes strongly
Mind
Is like wind
That is uncontrollable
Tilting and disturbed.
Life
Not fixed
Transmigrating
Life
Is false if
It is with
Sense gratifications.
Still
Let us do
Something that gives benefit
Of all creatures
Say not
I am this
I am that.
Everything is
Everybody is
Changing always
With association and
Disassociation
With all mental
Concoction.
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