Residual tiredness coming up to the surface.
Master the breath,
everything else falls in to place.
What you are searching for you cannot purchase.
Or be given over.
From a higher power.
All hope is contagious,
as we go through the stages.
Travelling this way
on the internal flight.
The impulse is to fight
whatever we come across.
Just mental floss and dross.
To be tossed away.
Like psychic litter.
No need to let it stay.
Be aware of every response.
As you target a renaissance.
In body, soul and mind.
Make a note of what you find.
Moments.
One to the next.
One to the next.
Does not matter the context.
The past is a ghost.
The future a dream.
All we ever have is NOW.
Get your think on.
Like a metaphysical don.
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