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Still the mind
Like the centre
Of deep pools.

Still the body
Rest the pulsating heart.

Still the feeling,
It owns itself.

Be One
With
Now.

I want to get to the top of my own tree
I wish to ascend myself carefully
With softness
Gently
Like a lot of little breezes
Make a hurricane.

Just as ‘I am’ no more, than a molecule in my little finger is, to the whole of me.
So I am, too, no more, than a little finger/molecule, in the whole of humanity.
I seek out the whole of me for help.
‘I am’ a molecule in a finger, asking the whole of humanity, to come to [...]