Absence from Slow Rebel by Luigi Cirillo

Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kucch Hoye
Mali Seenche So Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye
{ Slowly slowly oh mind, everything in own pace happens
Gardener may water with a hundred pots, fruit arrives only in its season}

I used to chase down all my thoughts,
No wins, no single ounce of luck.

The cyclones pushed and pulled me through,

And crashed headfirst like, this is how I knew.

I embrace the fall,
The absence of it all,

In the cyclone's eye,
I've learned to drift and stall.

I walk alone, and the path feels right,

The wind can take me through the night.

I'm letting go and I'm still here,

In the nothingness, it is crystal clear.

I embrace the fall,
The absence of it all,

In the cyclone's eye,
I've learned to breath and stall.

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