I am free, I am contented about my freedom,
I turn my face towards the brightful sun,
That shines upon all, on pigs and lambs both,
On the believer and the unbeliever both,
I receive his blessings every moment,
I am jubilant I watch the ebb and flow of musical currents,
It's roaring but mellow sounds empty me
of myself,
This emptiness ripens me to receive the sun's light,
And turns my heart inside out to reveal the hidden mysteries
Mykoul
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