Healing. A myth. The most generous illusion of all. When I go to bed in pain and I wake up in pain, the only 'interval' of peace befalls when asleep. Even then dreams appear like...family of zombies hunting me and regardless of what follows, peace remains! So if I remember while asleep, that 'my' dreams are random, appearing within me as peace, why can't I remember, when 'awake', that a painful 'reality' is a dream within 'my' sleep, and all displays through conscious are nothing, but a script in the wind. Where do I find myself a 'bed' and how can I sleep, when I'm all along sleeping my dream.
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'It sat next to silence,
harkening the rhythm of the tides,
saw 'their' holograms as timeless dancers,
tiptoeing in the soil of barren' mind.'
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''...worth's true 'self',
prized by none.''
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'... life is in death, Mother!
with each heartbeat as a vivid reminder,
its rank crosses the line of departure as One,
only one... 'day at that time.'
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'...for I am rapidly mistaken,
undeniably convinced,
for I am free as caged,
a gift's forsaken theme,
for I am vertigo's alert of anguished bliss...
from earth rotating in my sleep.'
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'...στη ζωή,
ο θάνατος δεν χρειάζεται να σε βρει,
έχει ήδη!'
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'Bones,
'they' demolished!
As I sprawled down
held within a body,
''overheard its sounds'',
the cracks of sorrows.
Flesh,
one beat within another!
Rhymes the rhythm of a heart,
I dissected but couldn't rediscover yet.
Remembrance,
what is that on your 'summit'!
Waving a wand...
bones' flesh of 'major fairies'
squatting One's mind...'
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Alkaline concepts of human satire require liquid.
Cruising against or down rivers still, cry 'me' a river!
Up and down,
Its mind's preys are swimming as one.
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''Under orange trees,
bare-footed lemons sipping apple tea!
Fine 'I thought's a dead bee,
flying high on the bottom of Its cup.''
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Cloud's gravity!
Hauling its royal dogma of how soon is too soon for a fool to 'die' before it retires, In reaching the picks of its crown!
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Resistance feeds on fears,
Fear feeds on beliefs,
Beliefs are feasting on concepts in perceptions of a separate self!
O, courage,
Courage is needed!
Transparent,
Genuine,
Heart,
Bursting its million pieces of One!
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'the Truth is that...
''my'' heartbeats!'
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An Era of sacred self-knowledge is here, restoring its pagodas of wicked and divine humanity' unspoken virtue, within the illusions of mortals, It suffers lives of conscious' dreaming its immortal.  
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'Enforcement' motions are 'not' for everyone!
Throughout its Act,
the ''Clown Above'' Is always happy,
Especially when doesn't show.
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'...the glamour of being " awake" is blooming torture,
within "mind"s vertical lines,
mirroring its empty fortune.'
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'A Human without a ''home'' is seen as homeless...
But we all are...Until!'
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'within the cage's breathing,
senses are Ego's favourite stage,
'alive' nor 'dead',
the human collector is awake,
as billion of lives are rented sleep in its eternal 'bed'.
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'...once you come undone,
''who'' do you need above its below,
and ''what'' do you love below its above...'
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'...when you wane,
would I comprehend,
your heart' vertical rise,
reaches no end,
as infinite love,
I am here,
loyal friend.'
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'Truth has no means,
Its reflections of Being Is an empty infinite screen.''
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'...it soaked by the lake,
of mind's whispering willow,
as Silence,
I hear its core,
whipping the current of tears.'  
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Regardless of its virtue, 'relationships' are craving' delights! Digesting' sentiments within its empty,
One 'finds' love without its appetite for being found.
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Nothing is suffered nor has reached!
Yet, Human strains are traded fancy bubbles of love's vapoured devotion as in reality, 'their backbones' are already broken...with 'caution'.
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...this 'body' miracle birthed,
breathed,
fed,
neither bad nor good,
in ignorance's purity,
'misunderstood'.
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'Once ****** out of 'its' comfort zone, the body aches!
As discomfort matures through its screen leisures,
It thrives...
'Knowing' that in each umbra,
mind's tool are an empty treasures.'
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'Sees 'within' itself!
Unveiling undergoing's Births as infinite blessings.'  
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''An award in 'sheep's shaving' comes with a shepherd craving, As within each 'seeker' breathes an animal of final offering to run its primal!''
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'Until facing the umbra,
One's sleeping with 'the' lights on!
Once awake within its slumber, 'sees its shadows' as it is.'
~

'When the Birth cord of Ego enthralling phenomenon is wrapped tight throughout hyperboles, A mass-concentrated caesarean is birthing its tools in steady rips off One, in escaping its distasteful option.'
~

'In 'ice cold water', minds get slaughtered!
As the body shivers,
Its struggle's dying without even trying.'  
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Once the 'Art' of ''Beating a dead horse'', turns into a serious hobby, Those, floating between holly banks, navigating a 'boat',
are majoring One foot in and out of their throat.
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'When the Sun is in flames, hooray, comes the ultimate 'cook'!
Earth trial of homemade recipes is One of its finest.
Don't be shy, undress to impress!
Dare feel the hotplates' burners and dine!
Mind's alert! Can't you see,
'Chef's baking the most exquisite s_ _t for your dessert?
Love, thank you, and Bon appetite.'
~

'Alive...
Is between breaths assets!'
~

...'I's sweet conversations, full of half sentences!
Swapping its thought inside uninterrupted nap.'
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'In surreal playgrounds 'bunch of monkey's hanging from a Tree,
with handy biomorphic implements
carved Its social crown for 'free'!'
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'There is no way to love or hurt ''another'',
when sinking within my heart,
Truth needn't approval.'

'...Welcome stranger,
to the show...

...In 'the middle' of a dream,
needn't grasp a thing...'
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'Trust no tomorrows however pleasant.
Let the yesterdays bury its dead!
In the breathing presence of truth,
Humanity's departing leaves its trail on a cloud of dust.'
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'Starved or fed,
companies' universal numbers are riding conscious carousels, spinning its head in silence' under-covered majors!'
~

'Moulded in vertical drawings,
Valley's peak drills holes in the sky,
...In vain...
'I' floating ignorance 'Am' celebrated disposition...
Of a God's ego claim.'
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'In reality,
A world languished in its lunacy,
'returns' to the natural state of healthy amnesia
within One's purgatory.'
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'In grace's barefooted shuffles,
conscious' pulling spiritual muscles.'
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'It gushes death into life and life into death without a drop been spilt.
Gracefully served!'
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'Mind's high-grade orchestra,
the best One in its game!
Sat and sang its Ego killer' strain.'
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'Cerebella's bailiwick summits are on endless sale, 'I' insists purchasing One for the road, but ''my'' friend seems rather comfy, with or without its human ''retail''.'
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'Its spiral sprang!
Hanging from a string sprawled in the forest amongst trees,
ran with fireflies and burning horses...
like a mad man mirror's reflection of none.'
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'illusion's transparency in reality overlapping condition,
'how' Blessed is the one who finds 'himself' in vain.'
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There is ''essence'' in the air, empty of human's tragedy,
empty of human's bliss. 'This' poetry has run out its dimension in Being needn't began.
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'Final' slumber, all too human!
Maladies gazing the shape of its breath,
hushes all summons of mind's twisted rope,
quivering within a bold attempt in shaving its 'thought'. '
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'...an oasis in the desert,
Human haplographies
swimming in Dead Sea scrolls,
wise beyond its understanding,
ignorant beyond its role.'
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