Aware experience sliced artfully
Into series of infinte, active sequences
In semblance stretching throughout
A colorful life.
One day it feels as if
A plate of stones was served to you
Having to chew to their last molecule,
Another one feels as if
Air embroiders your weightless body
With orchids and frankincense mist.
One more goes by,
And your mind sparks as if
Illuminated by seraphs and demigods,
One day your find yourself
Vacuumed, devoid of "I".
By far, this is
One not to omit,
The best day in life.
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