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Post Ego Death

In my mind, a grandmotherly smile.
There was before only suffering. Bitter, emboldened magma
of the quivering mess.
 
No longer willing
to run away from the self,
the mind sees the whole and,
with thoughts like air,
reveals the picture and the picturesque
in their true, dancing unity
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