The oldest continent split and from it were born...the new...lands...On them wander...reborn souls...in karma...and not yet understood the four...noble...truths...Faith...is the strongest scythe...for timelessness...the plan is in nature...all around us are avatars...and the flowers...It is not by chance that they also have karma...after they are reborn and await their ...end...
In infinity...I don't want...the opinion of scientists...but from wise people...
Religion with its...gods...doesn't matter....the name...are noble karma...
In our hands, like sand-light beads...they...twist...There is no universality...but we want Nirvana...
And to wear the bead of Meru...to know your body in its seven chakras...as a microcosm...of the universe...you are..a wise...follower..of your karma...
If it is a wheel and it turns...it will show you...the right way...
The rosary is an ambassador of Samsara…
Everything revolves...there is no end...
Rosary beads are everywhere...in Christianity, Islam...Buddhism...
They look like a beaded round neck to me...
Regardless...they are called prayers...meditation....
It is a symbol of faith in us as microcosms....of the universe...
And a desire for acquaintance...the repulsion..the unknown...
And because of that, they are countless...
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