The road lies immobile, the only sign of movement the breeze
And in this stillness, my mind begins to wander
But the silence drowns any semblance of hope
I find myself alone in my own head
Almost as cold as the frost I lay in
The frozen air leaving me raw and alive
I cry

Ride the currents of the void, exploring what may lay beyond
Transfixed, adrift within the cosmic stream that ever flows along
This mystifying union, where self becomes obsolete
A momentary communion with the divine, our true home

Midpoint Way Station

Meditative State

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Meditative State

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