One day my journey will come to its end,
I will be called to emerge in a new world,
The path going to that world will be opened,
The provisions for that world will be provided,
There I'll take shelter under the tree of bliss,
But my urge to know myself will not end in me.
When the memories of this world will die out,
New melodies will break forth from the heaven;
When the files stored in my memory are erased
The divine knowledge with meaning will be revealed.
MyKoul
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