The odors I smell, the air I breathe, the wind I feel, the sounds I hear,
all this and more, I could perceive and experience quite deep,
but the illusory experiences in my mind blind me from this natural bliss,
they overshadow the present moment's ever-fresh breeze,
concealing its aliveness under the mental noise killing my peace,
until, even if I was to be in the Himalayas surrounded by trees,
the mystic lovely magic vividness of the forest I would certainly miss.
And all this, just because I lose sight of how I really miraculously exist.
Only the now, the door to the eternal timeless dimension fluctuating life,
Could get me out of the hallucinatory phenomenon depleting my will,
and bring me back to the ever-present aliveness, only from the now I can feel.
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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