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Life
Life
Birth is material gain and spiritual loss
And death spiritual gain and material loss
Life is endless windlass
Tins sometimes empty, sometimes full
Things neither meaningless nor meaningful
Every pebble is pure
Notion makes it impure
Notion itself is disease
Illusions, delusions it tries to seize
Life is much beyond ‘being'
It's ceaseless going
Birth is material gain and spiritual loss
And death spiritual gain and material loss
Life is endless windlass
Tins sometimes empty, sometimes full
Things neither meaningless nor meaningful
Every pebble is pure
Notion makes it impure
Notion itself is disease
Illusions, delusions it tries to seize
Life is much beyond ‘being'
It's ceaseless going
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Life
Life