The most wretched Nirvanas are endured in the thermal crevasses of clouds of crucible.
I could now feel safe and protected behind hospital walls, but these walls are also ravaged by discord and painful scars.
The world of healers has been turned into a more this when places where life is sacred fights.
However, humanity’s deepest difference and common trait is in our unspoken bond of concern for each other, claiming the shared ground above divisions among us all.
The whole population seeks just lives of respect, gladly and willingly.
May our hands cross others’ arms to rebuild the bridge over what destruction damaging the roof of the path is making.
In a world where there are flourishing, peaceful, and compassionate communities due to the leap of wreckage.
The vehicle of peace below the surface empowers the water to efface wrath and forge unity in the face of anxiety.
