With or without
Space between
The choice of others
Becoming more of
What we are
Clear blue light
Choosing a path
We are for ever
Strange creatures
Of habitual desires
Bound to causality
In ever constant pain
For lack of imagination
The other’s do not seem
Like ourselves
Though it is a choice
Of the mind
To let the light live
We lay ourselves
to rest in the dispersed ego
sitting quietly alone
as it flows into
the blue vastness
of the infinite skies
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