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Mind Observatory

Bird’s wings fall silent.
Music of leaves,
caught in shimmering trees
eases down.
Soon you will sleep,
but first let yourself creep
beyond a lantern’s light,
towards the heavens where stars ignite.
There is a cosmos inside your mind.
Let it brush against those far away objects
knowing that your life on earth is aligned
and at one, with all that will come and has gone.
You are your own universe,
blending with the aggregates of space and time,
a continuum without end.

11 Jan 18

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