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Zywa Jul 2019
What is one is itself
but if you know someone else
you are partly also that person
you are also what was different
until that moment

And you observe that, it dawns
on you and you grow

That's interesting, we repeat it
in stories about people
and the gods they imagine:
the more souls, the merrier and the more
humor thanks to the differences

And the trick is to learn
to see that everyone is everything

Therefore, yes therefore there was
a feast in heaven for the wicked sons
at the end of their tumultuous lives
while the good sons
were taken to hell

And the supreme god laughed
at their illusions
Mahabharata (“The Venerable World”), book 18:3

Collection “The drama”
alice Mar 2019
like yin and yang
we are completely different
but one in the same
Kabelo Maverick Feb 2018
The stairs to this tower…
I climb like playing the cords of harmony
Stare at this power of rhyme,
like the pain and thought
between my Mom and me

a Drop of a coin and it’s hard to bring
I’m a drop of the soil with a Heart made of string
No Musician, no Entertainer…
Life’s not wrapped in ribbons
Just precision, no ignoramus lines rapped
Good riddance!
KingMaverick©
Shruti Atri Jul 2014
light dark bright black white,
the yin and the yang of time;
morning, day then night.
Haiku

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