In the luring field of impermanence,
Glowing diamonds catch one's eyes,
Silk and roses dress one's physique,
Glorious days enliven one's candid smile.
But what seems to delight the senses,
Strengthens the mind's slavery
Towards its wishes, stories and satisfaction,
Making life a struggle with no end.
Wake up my dear friend,
Being is never touched by any experience,
Freedom, Grace and Silence
Are your only true engines out here!
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