It’s interesting
how the black void
of absolute
nothingness and despair
that haunted your life
as a scared child
turned out to be
the same exact
space of consciousness
found in meditation
that saved your soul
as a 30-year-old man
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It’s interesting
how the black void
of absolute
nothingness and despair
that haunted your life
as a scared child
turned out to be
the same exact
space of consciousness
found in meditation
that saved your soul
as a 30-year-old man
This article was posted on Sunday, April 18th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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