Poetry

Maya 

The constructs of the mind

The maze of time.

The playground of deception perception correction.

The growing, the flowing, the releasing, the piecing, the piercing,  the showing the stories of long ago.

The key to it all is not in the mind the intellectual thought, but in the heart the beat the rhyme the rhythms of all time.

The space the Grace the Silence itself ☺

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