...and those green pastures run,
till behind the gloomy mountains,
where the last ray of coloured sunset,
waits to break through the dark clouds.

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The exact moment when—
all perceptions break,
time starts dilating,
the universe converges into singularity,
unfolds the genesis of a reality, unknown.

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The cycle of—
relieving the uncontrollable,
rejuvenating what's within reach,
and reclaiming your winnings,
sums it all.

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After the longest time,
all layers have been peeled away —
arriving at consciousness, not projections,
now, it must not be reversed.

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Being a fraction of the same Creator,
it's an evident dishonor
to measure ourselves as tiny.
We prepare for ambushes,
yet end up surviving entire wars.

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"...and now you no longer
walk into moments—
just become a distant observer,
eliciting essence, not control."

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Those tiny exclusions, quietly made,
neither captured nor articulated,
now await the advent
of a grand inclusion -
in coherence with the universe.

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To the extreme of consciousness,
To the elasticity of the waking mind,
To the defiance of the trembling flesh,
— for a life lived by virtue.

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...and when the myth of life's longevity shatters,
each moment stretches to the fullest,
the delicacy of time unfolds,
those dimensions - once left untouched.

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A bit delusional, to see beyond reality,
A bit fanatic, to move beyond limits.

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