The straw commands with its quiet presence,
Harnessing its inherent spirit to wield its strength,
A mountain stands as naught in its emptiness,
Until filled with the essence of whirlwinds,
Emptiness beckons to fulfill existence,
With love, peace, and spirituality remaining serene,
At every juncture, a space exists for the other,
Whether for love’s embrace or hate’s clasp,
And for spirituality to find tranquil refuge,
Wrath’s clutch tumbles into the chasms of Nyx,
Holding scorn to spiral into the abyss of chaos,
A vessel is required to anchor existence,
A wrapper is sought to cradle existing,
Within which a soul finds its celestial abode,
Amid the crumbling walls of life, one contemplates,
Our fragmented lives resonate and reverberate,
Desires and yearnings blaze fiercely in an inferno within,
Silence spins its enigmatic tales in the fabric of meanings,
Igniting the inner fire to distill wisdom into smoke.

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