Meditation
Through meditation I can findA semblance of unity to the world
I find myself thinking less than feeling
And into peace, I am soon ironically hurled
In a state of consciousness
I seek out a place in between
The waking world and slumber
A place that commonly goes unseen
In this place of the brightest dark
It can be seen that there is nothing
But among the almost empty spaces
One can also find a piece of everything
This is the truest unity I know
This is the truest form of release
This is the most perfect place to me
This is my only place of true peace.
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