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Aug 2012
The mystic said:
Stop distinguishing
the real from the unreal.

Life and Death are one
and the same illusion.

Some insane instinct drives me
to sleep on a bed of nails

The blood mixes with water,
The flesh disintegrates to dust.

And all of this is
One magnificent Dream.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
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