Inside of every line there is a meaning hard to find A moment of the mind A breath of sacred life A body not to bind A sharpness like a knife Pure attention Not a weapon, but slicing through each second Severing summoned notions With smooth motions Leaving only seamless being Flowing like an ocean Coming and going The ebb and flow Of life under the light No longer lost in night Now caught in perfect sight For but a moment Where the flow went Before returning to the sea To effervescent infinity With equanimity You are here with me Flowing Like the ocean
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