๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ
๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฐ๐ต
๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น
๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ

thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ค๐ฐ
๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฐ๐ต
๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น
๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ