Examination
Always
looking for something
Sequencing
events
Following
functions
Trying,
trying all the time
To
find the order
Age
and grow older
There
is no escape, we are
Woven
Fate's skein
Spinning
on the wheel
Each
and every thread, a line
Spun
in the shadows
Soiled
in the sunlight
Unravelling
like poor cloth
And
secretive truths
Trackless
as the sea
The
inscrutable Brachma
Intraversable
Each
tear, an Atman
Like
the dew on Maya’s face
Sweet
as her sorrow
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