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Travel West, Until you’ve found, Mountains in the sky, And horizon unbound. Where life rests by day, And wanders in night, A land unowned, Known no king or rite. Be cleansed in the river, That has no end, Just await the falcon, In the river’s bend.

Sink beneath the surface,Heat drawn from my veins. My body goes numb,My mind awakens. Breath is shallow,Fear creeps in. Pause, inhale, pause, exhale,Breath, thank, wait, release. Anxiety dispelled,Leaving room for something new. Schools of fish wander past,Stones polished till smooth. Waiting for something,Will I know when it’s here? The sun retires as the star dance on stage,I rise from my shrine. Drip dry,Who I was is no more. Bare feet,The canopy blankets… Read More