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Perpetual

When the wheels of time move and the birth-death cycle ceases Piercing through perishables Atman gains permanency. Dharma (righteousness), Artha (values), and Kama (eases) Lead to mirthful Moksha (liberation) marvellously. The thought of attaining this Moksha in me is endless. Its thirst is like the thirst of a nomad in the desert. Goes on for days and months; physique and psyche grow restless. The feeling my soul undergoes pleasantly does hurt. Like the owl of Athens, the phoenix, and the Sankofa The wisely existence of the present and the future The heavenly world, the surface world, and the underworld Each spider-web-like realm is spun as though by a suture. Fountains, streams, and rivers flow on till they reach the oceans. Oceans, beyond all notions, withstand cosmic commotions.

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