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Life is testing my vessel

Soaring high
I always land at the bottom of the ground.
Trying to find the answer
I always acknowledge the supremacy of not knowing.
Expanding in dance
I collapse in bare stillness as a birthplace of all movement.
Trying to do something
I feel in my bones the futility of all the effort.
When I want to grab something
it crushes into a barren dust before my eyes.
When I love
the blazing pain will test my purity.

It seems...
life is testing my vessel
how much it can hold
before it's finally shattered...

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