Pick up
Then dissolve
Might lose
Everything
And destroy yourself
With others who follow you
Pick it up
Take it
Plan it
Foresee
Then find
Time
Place
Space
Difference
And feeling
If the things have ripen enough
Give up
By sharing
And caring
In this time
You might feel
Not to give up
What you picked up
And you have accumulated
Mind body and heart
Might have controlled
By you and your soul
And rigorously by relatives and closers
You might argue and
You might be argued
The question words will come to you
Why and what
How and why
Who and to whom
And so on
If mind of a philosopher or
Of a saint
You might realize the craziness
Otherwise the power will rejuvenate you
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