A state of indifference,
existence without significance.
Way to be the world,
let others see the perf.
How to describe something,
where two ends meet and never leave.
Enough,
no more, no less.
Just the opposite,
of everything that whines or cries.
No need, no lack,
kind order without slack.
That’s the way,
but how to stay?
We achieve,
and never be.
Which results that,
harmony,
is something we,
top for this,
and gain for that.
The swing pendent,
never stops,
for a perfect harmony.
This is the original text, and an edited version can be found in the Fragments of Reality -book.
