Mindfulness
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All my centers pulse with light, Circles spinning in the night, Cosmic winds beneath my skin, A universe that stirs within. I sit, the sun behind, Time and space, both intertwined, Each breath a spark, each thought a flame, Seeking paths with love as name. Red to violet, energy climbs, Rising through the ancient rhymes,
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A face carved from ancient bark, Eyes heavy with the weight of stars, In shadows deep, where green dreams spark, I stand, alone, with open scars. Branches stretch, my arms of wood, Reaching for skies that hum with light, A soul once lost, misunderstood, Now blooms beneath the quiet night. Centers pulse like hidden flames,
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My body, a marionette with severed strings. I drift like a ghost through a fog of memories. I walk. This body, not mine. This soul, adrift in time. Haunting echoes hide in hollow halls. I am not here. I am not whole. I am not seen. The night breathes softly against my skin. The mirror’s
One Way Life 