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Karma

The DREAM never keeps your word
If you play with it,
A tree produces a thousand seeds
Into fruits,
Numberless lives in sleep can be stirred
At anytime.
The tree drops the mature fruits
Upon the ground,
The wind leads them to sleep and
To stand up like the newborn babies,
If the tree had a hand keeping the fruit
In the sun and not dropped it,
The seed couldn't get a new journey.
Do work honestly without any self-interest:
Believe the WORK you are doing,
Never STOP in thinking of RESULT.

karma

◄ An Undying Poet

Constancy and Humility ►

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