we live in not one but myriad tiny worlds exclusive to our surrounding existence.. enmeshed with conditioning.. holding seamless hues forming a singular Being.. my stricken heart sometimes glimpses the churning whirlpool of emotions and feelings and goes real still.. desperately needing to shut out the noise.. and we live with it.. we move with it.. every moment of our lives.. unable ever to unravel the essential rush.. the need to hoard.. the gift of life.. our true mind asleep somewhere as we clamor through these dream mazes holding the key to awaken.. ask yourself just one question.. what am i doing here..
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