……..While in mid air I stepped out of a lotus posture and back on to the floor, in this state there are no closed doors, in another life I was Manchurian to my core, but there are many past lives that make up this massive corridor, I sense unfinished chores not even death can make me ignore, this place is the self no need to explore, I come here to center the self, and to remember what I’m here for.
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A sense of we as people sometimes forget what we are here for and understand the purpose of our life, enjoyed the read
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This poem requires meditation. Finding oneself call it existential if you will. A life's quest. Very nice
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Awesome write
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This poem reminds me of peace and meditation. Nice write. The words explain the thought provoking emotions very well.
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