Despair, depression, disorder and darkness,
Falls off you as you step at the portals of the seclusional island.
It withdraws the soul curtain to invite tranquility,
Makes a mark,
Where your hatred and bloodbath cease,
There you make a solitude,
Or call it -peace.
With no sacrifice comes no pleasure,
For those in misconception,
Vana is no land for leisure,
It demands attainment of sunyata,
Which enlightens the emptiness within,
Via deep concentration,
Offers complete cessation,
Of destruction.
It's nature's paradisal call,
Santifices souls,
Pulls them above,
Above the corrupted horizon,
To exclaim, "what life is,
What death signifies,
And why love is stronger than both.
Learned then strikes nirvana ,
The seclusional island .
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