The document expresses a longing for newness in all aspects of life. It provides examples of finding newness in nature, such as the dawn, a newborn infant, and growing plant shoots. Newness is also seen in artistic creations like paintings and the development of an egg. The document states that the search for newness was inexhaustible and fueled the soul until after death in countless future births.

1. NEWNESS
Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny
of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty,
Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing
monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive,
Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the vivaciously uninhibited rainbow;
casting their magic on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond infinite
infinity,
Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from the corrugated branches of the
tree; delightfully swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents of summer wind,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled
every aspect of my existence till even beyond the realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes
Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on barren canvas; embellishing the
chapter of mundanely manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious rivers of
color and vibrant charm,
Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling painstakingly from the scorched rocks;
bounteously perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with unbelievably
rhapsodic exhilaration,
Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the immaculate egg; blissfully
announcing the arrival of unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise
preposterously shriveled decay,
Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists in the sky; triggering a ray of
tantalizingly unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved earth; that sensuous
rain was soon about to fall,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what made
me feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive; O! Yes Newness was what
my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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2. Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the ebulliently innocuous child; making
truculently agonized heart’s all across this boundless Universe; melt and frolic into
the meadows of effulgent childhood,
Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the fledgling swans; trying to
timelessly disseminate the message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and
emollient earth; wonderfully alike,
Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the blade of ravenously enthralling
grass; radiating into a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the first rays of
the Sun,
Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing wholesomely into the horizons
and deep sea; permeating even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around
with celestially tangy happiness,
Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to pump life; O! Yes Newness
was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in the grotestquely cloudy and foggily
obfuscated night; granting glorious reprieve from a countless inadvertently
committed sins,
Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren without any quintessential
amenity of life; yet with a roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from
the most devastating of storm and rain,
Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of the bumble bee; spawning into
cisterns of invaluably harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this
turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy,
Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden; engendering every pore on the
satanically lambasted skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into
a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived,
Be it in the infinitesimally silken beat of the heart; which arose towards the cosmos
for just an instant; but united the entire estranged Universe in chords of immortal
love; before it veritably died,

3. Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly
searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
propelled me to procreate countless more of my very own humanitarian kind; O! Yes
Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.