Living and breathing in the quietness of my soul,
being touched by my spirit in depths of spiritual
perfection within.
Listening to sounds of life, matching them with
rhythms that I'm hearing, finding they blend to-
gether so perfectly.
Attuned to beauty of interior life, flourishing
in gardens of intellectual thought, blossoming
beautifully with no effort at all.
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