To the pyre of acceptance
as the flames of realization
allure the illusions to immerse,
the rusted bones of vanity
shed the tired flesh of expectations.
shed the tired flesh of expectations.
As the senses witness the numbness,
free of feelings, thoughts so meaningless...
the stage that was once set for life's drama,
burns to purge the soul of being and not being,
submerges it in the depths of peace, so fathomless.
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