In life's fickle dance, from dawn to dusk's gleam,
One moment, we're kings; the next, it's but a dream.
At the pinnacle, with wealth, status, and fame's glow,
Seldom we ponder the tides that ebb and flow.
In our prime, with riches and applause so loud,
Rare is the thought of life without that proud shroud.
Yet, as certain as the day turns into night,
Fortunes shift, changing our radiant light.
Born with empty hands, to this world we came,
And we'll depart the same, beyond all claim.
For this earthly sojourn is but a brief song,
A fleeting chapter where we momentarily belong.
While material allure often binds our heart,
True bliss lies in a realm apart.
For beyond transient treasures and worldly spree,
Is the eternal dance of the soul, pure and free.
The ephemeral joys of possessions and esteem,
Can vanish swiftly, like a forgotten dream.
But the soul, eternal, remembers its quest,
Carrying lessons, karmic imprints, and the rest.
In this grand tapestry, woven of time and space,
Shouldn't our soul's journey be our true chase?
Seeking enlightenment, diving into the infinite deep,
For in spiritual realms, profound secrets we keep.
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