When I reach a state of mindful reflection
I grasp the sky
Wrap myself in the clouds
And let go of earth's suctioning clay.
Rottenness in the world
Is shucked like ears of corn
The silk choking off the fuel
That drives the cruelty and obsession.
I'd like to stay awhile in this place
With this incredible sensation of lightness of being
It doesn't seem like just a mystical vision
It has the feeling of ecstasy.
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