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In rhythm I rise

To the frequencies,

Of the universe

And what I’ve seen,

In transcendental visions I see

The eloquence of being,

Nothing more

Just breathing,

Still as the night

Sparkling like stars,

In dreams I travel far,

In consciousness states,

I spread my wings

I hear the void and it sings,

This art of mindful imagining

Relieves me of everything,

Like stress and suffering

Which the aids in my healing.