if you give me anything i will ruin it
i cannot help myself
even listening to music
i like to hear false notes
you are like this too
there are no lectures to be endured
everyone is creating disorder
it is called being alive
mishearing called
having opinions
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i cannot have anything
nothing had me
when i see this i know
how beautiful everything is
my hands cannot be filled
nor anything stolen
we are passing along
like birds in an unending sky
any direction we flit
there is sky
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for Jñana
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