Already There

Man Meditate Name

Sit still.
Your essence
does contain the
All that
permeates the
stories of
all time.

You taste the
wine of
tears released,
of cries
illuminating the
morn,
of hands of
babes
holding eternity.

Sit still,
and be.
No secret more
exists to give
you the
reprise of
lifetimes
longing to reach
your center
pure.

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