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Nirvana

By Angela John


Vitality is a magical tale,

Time being the demonstrator

of the materialistic gospel.

Heartbeat — the mortal father,

and as his voice sinks low,

this magical tale comes to an eternal stop.


May your vision be pure — do pray,

and earn respect when dead you lay.

Let your perception

attend only to affection.

Spread your wings

to secure the suffering.

Place your firm step

upon the challenging heap.


Remember to bow,

keep your ego un-elevated.

For though you may be placed on top,

that’s never forever executed.

This lesson is your divine nirvana.

So, dictate your own calvaria.


By Angela John




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