Calm to clouds
Water they share
Rains spoke not a word.
Trees fresh green watch
Droplets through spread feathers, black
White dome, a standstill globe
I take control from atop
Rains spoke not word.
Illusions of power and strength
I sense from where I sit tall and proud
That's the universe of acceptance
A little ruffle is simply harmless
A crow that I am
Free I feel as I fly and perch...
Only a few worried glances at times;
At times, my curiosity gets misrepresented
Irrational as it may sound,
Wonder aloud "why me"often;
Why judge me by tales of good and evil?
Only a few loving eyes glance,
No, they look at me, and I speak,
"Like you, I search my reality."
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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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