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Soul Search

to hide from myself in denial of loneliness I set off barefoot in search of a guru the hall of mirrors displayed myriad forms some with remarkable gifts but imperfect like the moon exhausted, I just stopped in the middle of a desert where ghosts wandered about cloaked in human form alone with myself choosing to check the depths silence enlivened stillness radiating bliss from within I stood at first transfixed teleported to heightened rapture then in time bliss too transformed etched in heart as ineffable peace flowing gently, clinging to nothing unfed identity withered away the veil dropped and soul was free aglow in its native element these days I tend to bilocate between the real and the unreal there remains nothing to be done but it would be rude if I walked away

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