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There are no nameless grass under the boundless Heavens. How can a fateless soul fulfill it's destiny in its safe Haven. Savouring the Seven Emotions and Six Desires of the Red Dust. Drown your heart, transcendent & unmuddled by Mortal Dust Merely a hundred years of life, fleeting as they seem. As ephemeral and short, as a long forgotten dream. Sin and Worship, Hate and Love, Failure and Success, The myriad flavours of Life, a souls lifeblood coalesced The human heart is as beautifully complex, as it is disgusting. Clouded from the truth within, by the emotions of its own making. The heart having found its path by experiencing both kinship & hatred. Even in the face of death, what cause is there for regret? A life dictated by choices, made even in the face of fear, What is measly nervousness infront of memories so dear. Rather than dreadfully watching my life being wasted away, I'd burn my soul in flames of aspiration even as it spirits away. Be it a goal as unattainable as the heavenly stars afar Or a dream as mundane as earthly mortar A mind too eager to thread upon Earth 's myriad faces A heart never too weary of life's numerous phases I realise, as my pursuit of truth may come to fruition My mind unable to escape the fears of illusion As I slowly trudge through the life that is truly mine What need is there to wonder, what truly am I?