When the river flows
to the cliff for its deadly plunge
into the maelstrom of nothingness
that defines the soul of the netherworld,
you enter into the nirvana
that rests in the stillness of your consciousness.
Heaven's gravity holds you up
to glide over the mundane!
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
When the river flows
to the cliff for its deadly plunge
into the maelstrom of nothingness
that defines the soul of the netherworld,
you enter into the nirvana
that rests in the stillness of your consciousness.
Heaven's gravity holds you up
to glide over the mundane!
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