Mystical dust thrown in the air,
The show of life presents its plots
Hell and ecstasy braided like hair,
Endless games creation plays!
Through tunnels, deserts and forests,
Under the sea's moist, warm dress,
Along sharp canyons and untold stories,
All paths arise and fall back into the Void!
No one sees it but it sees everyone,
Rain and lips touch only in its graceful presence,
Thought flies through its vastness,
The Heart is its other name.
Topic(s) of this poem: heart, life, spirit, awakening, consciousness
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