Crisp is the breath when thoughts smile wide,
Other times, shallow and heavy - as the unknown besets.
Panting in agony, like the young lost in the woods.
Inner travel shows the light, hidden behind a veil of darkness.
Nothingness it is. Yet, in the emptiness - is all that one seeks.
Growing beyond the compulsions, blossoming into the oneness.
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