A Practice Poem
Though a practice poem, it served us well,
making single pointed our attention,
drawing sleepy right brain out of its shell,
the beauteous rhythm releasing tension,
taking us to another dimension.
Weaving the lines, losing not thread of thought,
delightful dance of rhymes makes us self-taught,
because to finally compose our verse,
vaporising lower mind, as we ought,
we dissolve, melding with the universe.
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