During moments of intense joy
A whiff of memory distracts me
Reminding me of my destination
The source of all ecstacy
On days when blooms wither
Puffs of gloom bear suspension
I'm drawn to a true dark spot
A dissolution of every emotion
Submerged in experience I remain
I flow with the current, devoid of baits
Epiphanic sparks make me gasp for breath
Out there, the land I belong, waits
I wade to where the course is shallow
I tread on slippery river stones
Across, onto the shore, beyond waters
I reach somehow, I journey forth
From the realm of oblivion, shines a path of light
My airy feet glide on golden beams
To the horizon, to an unfinished dream
A lone bare tree bears witness, or so it seems
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