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Insight

I now know that nirvana
Dwells at the foothills of Bhutan land!
This land is anything but simple:
All dreams come true in this fey Kingdom,
Each one can get his share of marvel —
To see oneself inside and out!
If old — you’d there grow younger,
If curious — you’d still your hunger,
The melancholic would be cheered,
The distant ones would grow nearer…
With metamorphoses a-plenty,
The Himalayas are representing
A test: whatever you held dear,
You’d now easily get rid of —
From here-hence to live placated
At peace with all the world — as fated.
Once at your ease with Nature forces,
You’d get to know own resources.