Absorbed into the world's whirlpool,
One never has any axis or truthful eye,
And forgets to walk slowly
That arc of inner exploration.
The play of shadows is very luring,
One gets accustomed to the sway
Of phantasms, feelings and thoughts,
And watches them disband into ashes.
Uncovering the veils of experience
Is always auspicious and fruitful,
In the midst of pain, dirt or glam
An invitation to transcendence awaits!
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