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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2228402
Shortcuts to divine moments of truth and ego death.
Last night, I had a dream:
in my mind lies the key
to metamorphosis, leaving
me balanced in a vast feeling
of such potential in being.

Tonight, my dream could speak:
my shadow greeted me
and taught me all that I needed,
opened my third eye, revealing
the beauty born from just breathing.

Deep down in my veins
surge still seven traces.
Scabs there yet remain,
cloaking evil faces.

Forces all around
pushed me down to the ground,
rearranged my mind.
We all emerged as one.

I am going home
to where we all are from,
where dead space is lit
by shining rays of sun.

Back into the night,
where all of us came from,
see black holes eclipsed
by shining rays of sun.

Visions in the light
expel nocturnal fright,
snuff out all my spite.
Heaven and Hell in sight.

Byt ditt perspektiv,
bara låt det få ske.
Stäng dina ögon
så kommer du få se. *

Stanna här ett tag,
glöm bort all gammal skit.
Höj livskvalitén
en högst ansenlig bit.*

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