we are allowed to explore
be adventurous with ourselves
in cycles
in labyrinths
exhausted, we implore
upon knowing we are but
a naught
then comes surrender
gradually shines the grace
from above to lift the veil
of maya or ignorance
to see the divine
in our very reflection...
ah, the journey into several births
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