20.5.2024
The ever-wise compassionate brilliances Reside above the warring tribes on earth, No part they take in man's disturbances Unconcerned are they with death and birth. And we who plow through life unknowingly Unaware of fleeting time and fate Seem accustomed to a poverty Of soul and even if the hour is late Carry on with mundane burdened tasks Hardly stopping in the race gain Hardly answering the One who asks Man's lonely spirit to at least attain A peace within the heart, a mind of calm That leaving this shell we will not come to harm.
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