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inhalation, exhalation
inhalation, exhalation
inhalation, exhalation
inhalation, exhalation

From the same old mine.
Has sprung a great palace of gold.
The Father's son is working.
And this has always been.

There's no wish to express new ways
of coming to the same old spot
Here, my soul, here.
The home of the fortunate lot.

From the same old mine (Or the center of the spine)
We've dug, and dug and dug.
My son now works, hands grappling gold ore.
But at this point, I do not dare continue with this worldly metaphor.


Why do you persist?
Continuing to read.
I can't spell the sound of silence.
Listen with your third ear.


Just close the window! No not that one!
Press the little red X and leave the screen.
sit in silence, forget yourself.
Please, do it for me?
 
I'm rare like a vaporized diamond.
I have recrystallized above the clouds in a palace.
The Sultan has bid his Vizier to bring his finest Jeweler's Loupe.
And he has put his loupe to his eye,

The Sultan looks through the loupe at his Diamond.
His eyebrows raise high, he is mystified.
For in his diamond, he sees a diamond
and in that his own eye.
 
Breath in, Breath out,
Have no fear, Have no doubt,
Where you end up may be a strange one,
So again breath, let go, and have fun. :)
 
...............................................................Liquid wreathed in hot light
........................................................In the shadow's edge
.......................The solid tones play through the silhouettes
...............They move...just breathe, fade.. nothing, quiet, rest

..........Ten minutes
.....No minutes
...No Words
..
.
Gone

.
 
There is a cold fog that forms
along the edges of the walls of stillness
growing heavier the further we move away
from the flame
 
in the desert I saw a creature naked and bestial
squatting held his heart in his hands and ate of it
I asked is it good friend? 'It is bitter - bitter'
'But because it is bitter and because it is my heart'
 
Hands to her face, she breathes deeply and smiles.
Notes fill the air; of roses, sage and houses of the holy.
Memories fill my mind; of years gone by and friends held dear.
A chuckle, a smile, a breathless sigh... It used to burn.

😉
 
I opened the door to consciousness
and found I AM alone
I stepped back into illusion
and joined the dream back home
 
Writing a reply to a thread
for half an hour
only to
log off instead.

Peace Kungpow,
Laterz acolon,
See you soon, freethinker,
Bye benzyme
 
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