I delve deep into my innerself
Outerself I throw to the winds
Deeper I go
More peaceful I feel
What's this peace -
Some primordial thing
No shape, life, form
Some swirling soup
Gentle winds
Out of which I was born
Into which I'll merge
Where will I end -
Wind will take away
The soup slowly
And of me nothing will be left.
The end of my journey -
Nothing into nothingness.
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