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Meditation is an empty room. Enter it, and you will be at peace. Desire and decay, blight and bloom, In you for just this timeless time will cease. These are moments one can simply be A windless lake, a mirror to the sky, The selfless self, in whose infinity Immersed, one will become an I-less eye. One's thoughts, fatigue, desire knock on the door. No matter, the wind whispers from the shore. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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