From that Mountains that I never been
Comes my own voice of just seeing...
Into vales and rivers of devotion
Into the soul that echos on that emotion.
That creates only one vibration,
A light or even sensation...
Of being there and here
And time just do not exist
But the mind becomes extinct.
The body becomes the Mother
Leaving the veils empty of nothing...
And creation manifests the ease
Of this knowing of what it is.
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