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May 2019
there's nothing to worry about

no images on the screen to mind

realizations before mindless

dissolution

collapsing of all that's around me, including my "self"

no moments to be thought of

no future to await

practicing letting go

noticing a thought

peeling the layers


experiencing the core of it all


this

formless
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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