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Slow boat
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Gently purring magnetism
being unbound exuberance
oft lets out an explosive roar
challenging inner sentience
It is a delightful playful process
of energy we gradually imbibe
taking time for its assimilation
a bliss throb we cannot describe
Just like water seeking its level
there is nothing we need to do
save celebrate each pulse in joy
allowing rapture within to renew
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The Self has no attribute
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