Oh world of beyond and within
Oh world of beyond and within,
where does thy seed comest from?
Should I appraise the radiant sun,
for giving to the world of the living?
Surely, the sparkling morning dew
on the grassy glowing meadows
doesn’t exude its shiny hue
for pure enjoyment of the sparrows
But then, why would there be
spirited matter that can see?
If it’s not for the experience
of experience.
where does thy seed comest from?
Should I appraise the radiant sun,
for giving to the world of the living?
Surely, the sparkling morning dew
on the grassy glowing meadows
doesn’t exude its shiny hue
for pure enjoyment of the sparrows
But then, why would there be
spirited matter that can see?
If it’s not for the experience
of experience.
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| Auteur: Yao the Stoic | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 augustus 2012 | ||
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