Peace of mind
Clear your mind,
let all of your sences melt within.
let go of all time,
its been right under your chin all along.
Meditation is the path to the devine.
As we age, we grow spiritualy that we didn't know we had inside.
our minds age like a fine wine,
only we don't know how beautiful it truly is.
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