With rhythm of love I do exist,
Feeling sensation of my true self,
As part of the whole in the moment being,
Music of this world as tangible creation.

Even the pain is a silent partner
To the love that can build the truth,
Like volcanoes in the sun producing the light
Lovingly caressing the skin of the earth.

Pain and the pleasure do not exist,
It is the one divided in my thinking,
Meaning of love is a justice of the heavens,
That I can find in everyday living.

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