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Jan 2014
My future days are my past dreams manifested
standing behind a pane of glass

inhaling the wisdom of sages
has the future come to pass?

time is meaningless now
as all times coincide
and can be entered like a room down the hall

tapping into the universal mind
riding the wave towards an infinite now

never ending, never beginning
all that is and will ever be

at this moment
lies everything
or nothing

seek nothing
then you have
everything

acceptance of the futility
of
fighting
the laws of nature.
Sarah-Depression-and-the-5150s
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