What

If
I
Am
Not
What
I
Think
I
Am

Listening my own thoughts, I stare into the darkness. I see my own breath rolling over my mind.
Sitting down I shift, my second sight takes hold of the vision. A deep vibration runs through my being.
Lost and found, forgotten or forsaken, the clouded vision engulfs me again.
Silent, I step down from the throne the ego built.
Namaste

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