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The space between neurons,
The quietude of calmness,
Thoughts firing in the empty space.
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Synaptic silence.
The place where wisdom whispers,
‘Nothing is something worth doing’.
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The universal caress of consciousness
Drowns confusion in a gentle embrace
When we forget who we are.
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A drop in the ocean where the wave returns home.
A ripple on the water, a mirror of the Self.
**
Seated in silence, eyes closed,
We can see our Truth,
No longer blinded by external trappings.
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Our home is not to be found on a map,
But inside the beating of the heart
And the pulse of compassion.
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About the Creator
E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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