The wheel of life is rotating.
The wheel of life is hunting again and again,
hunting days and years.
Karma is growing up.
Millions and millions are captured in illusions.
Death is laughing again and again.
The wheel of life stands still in an ocean of broken dreams.
Mirror shards houses terrible demons.
My footsteps transform mirror shards into dust.
No chance for any kind of demons to escape.
The wheel of life behind me is far away.
Nothing is in front of me.
All is in in front of me.
The shine of being.
© BPa / 01-2023