Warm clouds of soft mystery
Within the body, yet reachable
Within the mind, but touchable
Reachable and touchable
Just as we reach and touch
For baskets full of emotions
Just as we reach and touch
For nothing is there without her
Except nostalgia and nirvana
Disturbances, subtle with joy
Carrying reality as a thought
No more than a thought, yet
Realisable and visible
Just as we visualise and realise
The wind and the smokescreen
Just as we realise and visualise
That without her there is nothing
Except that which transpires
from
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo
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