A river-stream goes on flowing;
Whereto does it go, unto where it proceeds?
Having raised a clatter of ripples,
It gets lost in the bosom of which sea?
Out of which glacier had it been emitted?
From the body of which mountain had it emanated?
With how many sub-currents had it mingled?
Everything has remained shrouded in mystery.
It made room for so many villages;
On its path there had been a gay din and bustle.
Funerary pyres of many crematoriums it had ignited,
Spreading ashes on this earth extensively.
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Sunday, September 22, 2024
The mystery of existence
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Everything begins and ends with "I don't comprehend."
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