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Walking in pathways in the cemetery
Listening to the silent, words of the past
Oh, life!
‘Great way!’ Said, my spiritual master.

Sometimes people don’t understand me, they don’t care about spiritual things
At an earlier age, in my youth, a lot of men and women thought I had problems
But only I was open-minded about spiritual teachings, and new things to live

Now I am so far from my past youth of life, and I just compare the present with 
                                                                                                                the past
It is not possible to live in the future, past lives, and loves hug and pull back me,
                                                                                               into the done times.
Why? My past and other pasts can not live without a living mortal or just love,
                                                                                       past loves the future life.’
                                                                                                                 I said.

‘This is not true. Past is disappointed. All are forgotten. New generations forgot them.’   
                                                                                                Master said.
‘No, this is not true. It may be partly true. Many people respect the past lives,
and those are loved mortals are.’ I answered.
‘The past lives latently exists in the hearts of the living people.’ I continued.

‘No! This opinion is a mistake, an incorrect perception and statement! 
‘You are not right!’ Master said. ‘The memories of the dead live in your heart only. Not them.
You cling to the memories of past lives, and people who no longer live 
and exist.’ Master continued. ‘You don’t exist either, my dear and trustworthy student.
You are just a substance that can be broken down into many components.’ Master said.

‘This is nihilism!’ I shouted in protest.
‘This is realism.’ Master answered kindly. ’Your love is also an illusion. Nothing else.
‘A mental infection.’ He said. ‘Just believe me, and follow me.’ He added.
‘ I follow you, oh my master!’ I answered.

Pathways, roads, ways, unrecognized fate
From our lives, from others, future to past
Just remembering from the present to the past

Life is life if it has come from God
But mine is not mine. Illusion crushed by
Broken life, an illusion is on and get gone far

Yes, alive a love took me so far to dead live on
Yes, because I come from a different earth I love
The island of psychological mentality stopped our lives on

Foggy psychology, stay away from the road of mine and get off
                                           Kindly, carefully each and love your origin off
Just destroy your self-love for the life and love off
No psychology in life on, must be dead, serious be an off

Hmm, pathways walk, roads, ways, God's hands are far on
I love him, path on way, getting life on, life be my own, got off

Oh, way of life be on
Let me in the life and forgotten off
A love lover kind of

Life
Life
Life
Please
Please
Enough
my life
Please
Take
me off
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