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In all the fuss in working to live
Some forget it's no less time of life
The frozen frame of pause disabled
Even fast foward seems too slow
attempts to balance stifled creativity
lets random images melt haziness
Enough time for a mirage in memory
yet no freedom to concretely explore
The chance of living to live
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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