I am the flickering flame
Of an earthen lamp
As a gust of wind blows
I might decamp
I dropped down as
A divine spark
As funeral fire, I go
As home harks
Ashes shall be bed
Eternal space my home
Bondage free there
I shall roam
No passions and possessions
No transgression or aggregation
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