Here now this morn
we make not the goals of others our own
there is no agenda we wish to state
living internally we walk alone
form inked with bliss beats that do not abate
we are in timelessness at heaven’s gate
knowing earth life as impulsed will unfold
stories of old now in new dreams retold
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