Somewhere someone listens,
what always remains unsaid...
Like a cosmic song ,
the unsung tune , fills the sense of being.
Eyes open or a dream,
it flows through ,
The world of meaning,
of will and design, melts as if 'was never there.
'atoms in void' , we clouds of dust,
Rush through our world ,
like toys of will.
Will , destiny , desire , me;
clouds floating on a random wind.
Listen to the song within ,
and learn to laugh, at illusions all
For once breathe pure,
sans fear or will,
let the cosmic song, play unbound.....
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