wonderful animosity floating through my mind, carrying me lightly across a landscape of thought
will naked in the silence gives up its secrets slowly
all this constant chatter clutters the mental landscape with frameworks of ego
i hear death whispering in my dreams, saying hope must be cradled gently to extract the sweet nectar of life
projecting ever ahead, anchored in the constant now
love's call beckons me deeper
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