Wandering through forests, looking for the mysteries
of nature.
Searching endlessly, taking every pathway that is created,
and loving the freedom, coming from doing so.
Attentively focusing on the beauty of visions as they move
into intellect, showing the dimensions of after-life.
Totally singing interiorly, following rhythms into depths
of imagination, leaving nothing behind, just placing it all
into particles of this being.
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