It was a massive
ejection. When you bring the doors, the
walls fell. Assassin's will start shooting.
Beyond the landscape.
The devastation begins, but the black
and white remains impregnable.
You cannot take your
Life without the witness of water. Let
the fire burn one's own palace.
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'You cannot take your Life, without
the witness of water.'
(even that waterfall, cascading
from your pleading - blinking
its all, witnessed
it all counts
and its Never too Late!
simply
search for that ounce of sincerity
you still have
to cling to,
and wage a path for your Truth
to be that,
which accompanies you
to the other side.
Burn, and shed
all your regret's and repentance
this side,
of that six feet divide
Never assume, its ever: too late!)
thank for sharing: Guru!
(I'm sorry,
if I've once again, hijacked
the meaning of your words)
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