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Do we ever figure it out?
The chase, the high, the come down.
Rinse, wash, repeat.
Tumble dry, low. Oh so low.
I lost all meaning searching for the meaning of it all.
Laying, mind racing.
Yellow, pinks and blue.
I felt those colours in my mind.
A quiet soft whisper. “This way.”
I could feel the joy and ease in that voice.
There I was standing in fields of yellow, pink and blue flowers.
Transformed, surrendered, free.
In the moment, the only moment we ever have.
Now, there is only now.


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