some leasurely satisfying greed, others elated in pride.
some busy with sadness, others happy with a momentary smile.
everyone busy with everything, but none in touch with One behind all.
what shall i do? nothing to rely upon, nothing to live for, nothing to die for...
filling the universe is my thought and yet not a minsicule of knowledge valuable to this world.
no goal, no ambition, no love, no lover, partial to none, one to all,
no way, no logic, mere lovingness, mere simplcity, mere emptiness and in it completeness.
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