Is there no one to join me,
Into this flux of perceptions,
Without asking what it means,
Or it having to have meaning?
The breath of our life is lost,
Upon the winds of eternity.
Why waste it all on arguing,
On which is what to whom?
Only what is open may receive
The gift that is offered to it,
Then let my mind be open wide,
That any other may fit inside.
Let me too be part of the flux,
And give myself to the winds,
That I may encompass all,
And all may encompass me.
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