nostalgic for the womb
nostalgic for the womb,
destiny bound...
i have a soul so saturated with life,
for i am not the one who goes to the obituaries to find myself.
come find me
with reverie in my eyes.
have i found the precious enlightenment?
and of course i plod the eight-fold path...
listening and aware that the ohm has hastened.
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