Hmmm, home.

Aha yeah. Uh no no no. Hmmm, phew.

A lightning bolt hits truth in deep meditation. Suddenly, on the dance floor, I know. A forest creature whispers in tongues. Clarity woven into haunting dreams.

Where knowing beyond words dance with the rhythm of breath, I enter the heart’s labyrinth. Paradoxes mess with my mind. Down on my knees, I surrender. A river of silence pours out, carrying the wisdom of ages. I am home.

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