Thought of the day
memory recalls waking and dreaming
but we know nothing of the deep sleep state
save that we awake, refreshed and beaming
back within this form, ready to face fate
strange it is that we do not care to probe
subtle realms we seem to have visited
stripped of ego, where we chose to disrobe
aglow in our light, from fears acquitted
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