• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 03
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The Odyssey

The foaming figure lingering out of the blue and dry patches,
Rolling and rolling on the path of the journey,
The hues and colours mingling to form the foam
And the leaves blowing away.
The soul is a form of foam that
Journeys from the darkest plains
To the foamy oceans,
From the crowded earth
To the shiny heavens,
From the shimmery blues
To the lofty suns:
Everything mingles in the form of foam
Taking the variants at a time;
And blowing away in no seconds.
Life is an odyssey through the forms of foam
And the bodies blowing leaves,
The foam keeps on changing form and the body flows afloat—
in the continuing Odyssey.