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Consciousness beats

Like a drum

Like my pulse

Like my heart

In rhythm

In time

Beat after beat

The drum sounds.

The awareness

Comes my way

Rippling in waves

Setting up a display

Of a liquid mirror

Causing a beautiful array

For my eyes to view today.

Now my mind creates

And it writes

A new story

No long illusory

No longer

Buying the lies

If this life

But flowering

With colourful truth

I am in control

Of all that I do

For I am the narrative

I am the author

And when I hear the drums

Hear them calling

I know the creative

Time has come

For new stories

To be written

To be lived

By a positive

Open mind.