I float in a sea of space,
Colourless, odourless bay;
Who are you and who am I
Nurtures neutral shades;
Truth is called naked
Where nomads live fearlessly.
I hear my beating heart murmur syllables,
Mind awakens to present;
Meditative stage detours,
Reality a sea of constant mirage.
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