Sunday, October 26, 2025

Here, is where I gone to*

 Here, is where I gone to*


Meditating on the rock as still as can be

Instilling in such calm and awaiting to see

As it is of one in the greatest of depths

My Awareness holds on and this it has kept

A little closer in the nothingness to be

I look a little more, that nothingness is me


Dom*Colucci 2011

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