In this vast dance of life we see,
Whatever exists is Maya, flowing free.
A shimmering veil, both bright and dim,
Knowledge and ignorance, on a fragile whim.
The supreme and the inferior, hand in hand,
Like shadows that flicker across the land.
Primary dreams and whispers that sway,
In the soft light of dawn, in the dusk's gray.
Nature blooms in colors so bright,
Yet hides in darkness, consumed by night.
Maya, the illusion, both hidden and clear,
A swirling mystery, forever near.
Yet in the flutter of a butterfly's wing,
Or the silence of night, where shadows cling,
We find a glimpse of the truth we seek,
In every mountain high, in every creek.
Though Maya's dance may pull us in,
In its fleeting forms, we begin and spin.
So let us embrace this wondrous play,
For in each moment, there's magic at bay.
In the heart of the storm, the calm we weave,
In the light and the dark, we learn to believe.
For whatever exists, may not truly be,
But in our journey, it shapes you and me.
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