There are no You and Me in a narrow slit
Between sadness and gladness
But directly a three-second perception.
There is no even an instant
On the edge between today and tomorrow
But only a virtual truth.
There is no distance
Between the ways to Hell and Eden,
But only a slippery bypass passage.
There is no distinction
Between one's Nirvana and Karma,
But only a state of release and detachment.
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