what used to be
I cannot see
I cannot feel
I cannot fake
the smile painted across my face
washed away
by the Red Sea
of separation
a fall from grace
into a dark night
the death of might
no more fight
only stillness
only observing
the pretender
the ultimate surrenderer
the ego laid to rest
but breathing still
now smaller breaths
no more veils
no more calling on fate
Now is awake
Now is dreaming
Now is a paradoxical feeling
what‘s birthed in the darkness of separation
awakens to the light of Eden
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