As a traveler oblivious of the path,
I have come.
Knowingly, I commit mistakes
and as its outcome,
I move.

I was alone,
unexpressed.
There was no duty nor action for me to perform.
There was nothing to see nor listen to.

In the momentum of movement,
from the world of effulgence,
I came to complete the work.

To me, there is neither own nor distant,
close nor far.
The bond is tight.

I came due to love
and to spread colour.

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Though I've forgotten the path,
I am a traveler and I have come.
I knowingly make mistakes,
and because of those mistakes I move along.

I was completely alone, unexpressed.
There was no work or action for me to do,
nothing for me to see or listen to.

Disposed to moving from the world of light,
I came to finish the work.

To me nothing is my own,
and nothing is distant,
neither close nor far.
The bond is tight.

I came for love, to spread colour.