Almost too hard to attain, a rocky desert,
Where even the hammer of pain slows down,
To a faint throbbing measure;
Your heart, struggling against the ceaseless currents,
Suddenly finds itself becoming a sturdy pebble.
Atoms neatly bound in peace,
Calmly bear the corrosive waves,
Sans moss, sans engraved lines,
Reflecting on wisdom and grace,
Ascetic, calm and true.
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