When fears frazzle. Feeling lighter, we fly.
Little things surprise. Little progress mesmerize.
Happiness smiles. Monotony revolutionize.
In the absence of presence, we feel lost, yearning being sanctified.
Little voice inside guides. On the path of life, little feets ride.
Drops of rain shine. On the parched soul, they write.
Scorching sun when sing, flowers bloom in full bright.
In the moments of vulnerability, we drop and die.
When the ego puffs and swells, we soar high.
When the crust of it melts, we find the richness within.
Like Phoenix, from our own ashes, then we rise.
We are eternal!!
Not the body, not the mind: yet this we are, this truth, makes us alive.
Experience, being alive!
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