Too much on the rush,
To fully stop
And look for that which
Has never moved,
Never got lost,
Cannot be dimmed,
Will not burn,
Forever stranger to the eras,
Impossible to comprehend by intellect,
Always here.
But,
You have this moment
A golden blink
An instant Satori
To disconnect
From a worn-out, ephemeral "I"
And step back
Maybe for the first time
Experiencing directly,
An angle without degrees,
The Witness of Life.
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