Earth, thought process.
Sky, the storehouse of thoughts.
Life - the mixture of earth and sky.
Time-stream, we face again and again,
And we fly.
Tree is within us,
Air is within us,
And in fire
We blow again and again
To touch the sound.
Life is all set,
And we bet
For all certainty
In eternity.
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