The only path to Nirvana
through long, long veins,
ruddy blood, flesh
and pellucid fluids;
through seeking skin
and aching senses
No short cut...
no devious way...
no dubious method
and no invisible path
Listen...silent love dies silently
let it storm...
the rain drops hitting the drums
You can keep listening for long
beating along with our heart rhythms
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