The sweetness of being,
holds no meaning,
existance ceases to exists,
holding no ground, just space,
the time returns to eternity,
all measure dissolves to unity.
Being is just a dream,
between the breaths of true self,
in the meditative state,
every being shall dimisnish,
time and space shall vanish,
when the true self open its eyes.
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