Collecting Karma points at the beach
Pick up the trash !!! That you and your friends have left behind.
So there is less trash when you are born next time.
Some religions forget to tell you about your next life.
But go in full depth about your after-life.
Like low tides that go out and.
High tides that come back in.
Heavy rocks stay in their space where dropped.
Yet their ripples go out far and wide in time.
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Ak Adam | Year Posted 2025
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