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Come sit with me, uder the shade of the Banyan tree,
Perhaps we both shall glimpse a parcel of truth.
Our trek may lead toward nirvana,
Or dreams might carry us back to our youth.
As we meditate, hence contemplate,
We might awaken enlightened and rise to our feet.
Or by chance persevere, dream endless dreams,
Perhaps maybe die off in endless sleep.
Per chance, true reality might be waiting on us,
Our virtues finally rewarded, amid the dirge of night.
Might we have only one day of true freedom,
Finally giving up our endless fight.
This might be the glorious day that ends all darkness,
As we were blind, we finally awaken with sight.
And our descent, to the base of an old Banyan tree,
Finally leads us to wisdom, and a vision of being free.
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