it was a mountain to climb
the way, and the boundaries
splashed their gleaming poison
blanketing the view of the trail

the essence, they say, is in
the 6th sense, and it rushes
venturing outside of silence
if one mediates the escape

I ask the heart then how to
keep up, how does one turn
a blind eye to the clouded
vision that emerges endlessly

it whispered to me, the love
that drives my tired feet up,
it is in the atmosphere, the
cosmos, the swaying trees

and it’s alright, these tears
quench the moody waters
of the river of life , nourishing
the very essence of existence

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