Meditation Poem

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Drowning now in silent pain, in turmoil?
Finding once more, time-eternal, striding on apace?
Go slow then, into mind,
Through twilit concsiousness, through shadow,
Into formless pliant space.
From elsewhere, from elsewhen,
Into now, and there remain,
Let fickle time move on alone.

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