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...are You
that sound
that can no longer
be heard
that...emptiness in the heart,
this door left ajar,
which no one will ever shut,
that...emptiness in the heart
these dried tears
or their traces
that...emptiness in the heart,
which I carry,
like a black banner
with this one unfulfilled
craving
hidden behind all of these
desires...
...are You
that truth - nisarga,
which comes from inside
to wash away
the illusion
of separate
self
?
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