Born out of nowhere,
Don't know where we will end,
This circle of life is incomplete,
Without the knowledge of transcendence.
It all seems like a drama,
Where we all have a role to play,
All the emotions are our weapons,
With the cost of life to pay.
Split into duality with polar opposites in our minds,
It's all our perceptions that are concealing reality behind the blinds,
A never-ending search for happiness and an urge for the life,
Either it's in the form of family, fame, money, or a bright afterlife.
A halt from everything might be all that is required,
To witness the source of our innermost desires,
A fathomless stillness for everything to settle down,
To submerge at the center of our existential playground.
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