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The space between neurons,
The quietude of calmness,
Thoughts firing in the empty space.
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Synaptic silence.
The place where wisdom whispers,
‘Nothing is something worth doing’.
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The universal caress of consciousness
Drowns confusion in a gentle embrace
When we forget who we are.
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A drop in the ocean where the wave returns home.
A ripple on the water, a mirror of the Self.
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Seated in silence, eyes closed,
We can see our Truth,
No longer blinded by external trappings.
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Our home is not to be found on a map,
But inside the beating of the heart
And the pulse of compassion.
About the Creator
E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen


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