Run past the slugs
And all the crawling ants
In vain the millipede's multiple legs
But your luggage behind
A burden of ingots, greed and hate
Shed your load
Those cumbersome garbs
Be light and fluffy,
Fly like a butterfly
Soar to bliss
Where the soul wins.
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