One day, I will yearn nothing, spurn nothing.
For now I live in my selfish cocoon
One day, I will become a butterfly
With wings not made from this world.
I now cherish my hermit-crab shell
One day, I'll give it back to nature.
Today, I revel in my Stockholm syndrome
But my spirit will be released in the future
My flesh and blood matter now
One day, I'll be one with anti-matter.
The reflection of my image is now paramount
But one day, light will traverse through me...
(these verses were inspired by 'The Heart of Awareness, translation of the Ashtavakra Gita')
Phan Thanh gian
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