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Life blooms like a radiant burst
I sit upon my chair,
I meditate,
Where my eyes fall, there is flowing water, music, and candles,
Where sight cannot reach, there is the radiant void.
I begin to yearn for countless deeds.
I light a scented candle,
My senses awaken, conversing with the world.
There is a dream—
A dream that inverts the world, yet upon waking,
This world is awash with rainbows and gold.
I envelop this world
With wings conjured by the great Peng bird.
I create a world
Where I am free to soar.
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