Oh,
this sound,
which tethers itself,
to the rain.
This,
which becomes,
each conscious being.
This,
which shall be,
humanity.
Shall be,
the breath of such.
For,
be I,
simply thought.
Be I,
simply this,
primordial god.
Time,
loses its essence.
For,
external time,
be not actual.
Be not,
real.
For,
still be time.
Still,
be this unfolding realm.
Be such,
whilst one seeks,
to constantly begin.
Oh,
mind which,
spirals.
Mind,
which seeks,
to bloom.
Oh,
mind,
be the sun,
always you.
Be,
the wind.
The,
earth.
Be,
the rain.
Oh,
mind,
be you forever,
everything...
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