Machhapuchhre
Iconoclast
Assiniboine
Hilda
Why do we trust our thoughts?
Are there those amount us that are sleep walking
The miracles calls but your ancient name
Into
Perception
SOLD, Journey without distance
SOLD, Rest in still anticipation
What is the same cannot be different
What seems to have a life apart has none
Echos of eternity are heard
Today I embark on a journey I have not dreamed of
Layers of perception
Following the silence
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