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3d
My heart knows no stopping
it pulls through

within the trinity of time
from the green beginning
of my fate, getting myself
on my feet

with passion and jumping back
into the stream of experiences
swimming a stroke every now
and then, drifting along a little

and letting a lot pass by
beauty and cruelty
waves of feelings and
caresses of life

under the foam of my consciousness
the white soul of time
- The red passion and will, nature's dynamic lust for life (rajas)
- The green body, nature's structure (tamas)
- The white soul, the balanced whole of nature (sattva)

Collection "web tissue"
Zywa
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Zywa
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