The rhythm of breathing in and out
If it fails,
The the body turns to be a mere corpse.
Then what values?
Then what pleasures?
The sense of big and little
A feeling alone.
Will the hog apprehend
the difference of sandal balm
From the cometary flower?
How much ever crimes are concocted
by the presumptuously ruling minds!
Could proud minds live long
by depending on humble pittance?
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