Rustling bamboo trees
In presence I am alive
Gleeful crickets chirp

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Rustling bamboo trees
In presence I am alive
Gleeful crickets chirp
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Nervously entering the waters of death
This liminal space, before fully immersing
Into realms unknown, unbreathed, unlived
I dare not look back
While Ganga beckons and palm trees bow
The cool breeze hovers above
Ripples of my presence, disrupted, dismembered, dis-eased
I dare not look back
Rising tides ebb and flow
With each step I wade further on
Deeper into mysteries unknown, unheard, unfelt
I dare not look back
Standing waist high fingertips rest
Where the sky meets the sea
In a place unseen, untouched, unspoilt
I dare not look back
Washing me clean like fresh fallen snow
I shiver, submitting to angels
That glisten above, unrestrained, unshackled, unburdened
I dare not look back
I dare not look back
I dare not look back
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Staring at the light
I cannot see, staring in
The dark brings more light
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Open ancient dimensions
Spaciousness within emptiness
Recalibrate the mind
Bridging synapses of
Compassion and gratitude
Cultivate inner peace
Harmony of opposites
Release harbored tensions
Focus the pain
Breathe its presence
Exhale mental suffering
Disband fearful limitations
Free to wander
The wild plains
Souls true home
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Hunt down your limitations
Go through them
Surrender them
Experience them
Put space around your beliefs
Move beyond personal thresholds
Breathe in new frontiers
Find inner spaciousness
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Reaching for the stars
I am loving awareness
My identity
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The rainmaker comes
Like nature, all starts again
Give in to the storm
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Am I dead among the living
Or am I alive among the dead
Either way I don’t fit in
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Rusty my soul aches
Like a tired arthritic back
Loving is my balm
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Pressure cookers swoosh
In a need to let off steam
Learning to let go
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