My mind buzzes like a bee in its frantic search for new and different nectars.
I tasted all the pleasures and they all taste of dust.
I read all the sacred books and found only empty words.
I chanted all the mantras and found only delusion.
I visited all the Heavens and Hells and found only mirages.
I discovered all the Gods and Goddesses were just clay.
Until, one destined day, I drank the wine of emptiness and my besotted mind fell still.
The bee stopped buzzing around from flower to flower.
At last it dissolved in the Heart-lotus, drowned in the nectar of Being.
Nothing but perfection remains.
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