Here I sit like a swine,
With no zilch of idea what times define
A huge call to find the divine,
Equal is force of materials which entwine
In this tension of contrary forces,
I lay shattered
Thoughts,emotions, self and relations
everything totally cluttered.
Totally indolent, with no purpose,
I carry out my duties
Without any distinction
between ample identities
I flow with thoughts,
losing myself to the practice.
And the transition to lower level
happens without any notice.
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