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Nov 2020
It does not need
me, no matter what
I do, leave and think
                                      

It is
It flows
or gathers


If I surrender
and let It go by Itself
without having to do anything


I become conscious of It
I experience It
thoughtlessly


soul in the Soul
flow with the Flow
a metamorphic body of It
                                            

I breathe and perceive
It, where It
does not flow It will flow
For Maria Godschalk #96

Collection β€œMetamorphic body"
Zywa
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