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Cobwebs
It was difficult to
rewrite one's own death―
on parchment paper. The cloudburst,
had washed away your writ.
The cadaver turns around
and talks. Faith and fire going together.
A flickering light from the brown
eyes, would tell about Advaita. The
nonduality of pain and body.
You can become painless―
if you leave the physical and
watch yourself intently.
Captivity crumbles. You want
to make sure, the bread does not
come between desire and grief.
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