Full of distresses-
This life,
Not true.
Unwanted,
Temporary,
And a dream-
This life,
Not true.
All true,
It is all the truth-
No matter,
For a moment.
A moment is sufficient
To recognize the light.
And in light
One can know
What is what
Here for all.
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