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I step on the leaves
making a crushing sound
I want to hold
myself lightly
Even the robe
is a weight
I want to just merge
into the mist
turn into a cloud
and float lazily
and drift with the breeze
It is not aimless
Floating is the aim
not in the air
but in the moment
on eternal time
A life of union
with all things outside
and inside.
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