Hours and days alone, with yourself and by yourself alone
Only voices inside your mind know you're there
No one is there, no one seems to be aware
On the edge to moving somewhere quite unknown
Doubts come and go, plans of crossing the river float on
Thoughts jump in, disappear, go round and round
Everything till now looks so complete, no time
Only a distant temple bell, ringing far away
Memory shell...sitting
But the game gets serious playing against itself
Beating heartbeat pounds, moving the body to a sway
Building up, dropping down, deep, falling further down
Into a well it plunges, weightless, falling free
Everything falls away; nothing is real after dropping away
There are no senses; breath becomes the rhythm of endless space
Darkness with brilliance beyond sensory ecstasy
Here, the known and unknown become one
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