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Joy is Being
Joy is Being
No thoughts,
Just sitting, with a deep peace,
No efforts to find meaning,
Pure Solitude and Light.
My body floating within a loving womb,
Seeing but not looking,
That moment after breath in and before breath out,
And that moment has no sense of time.
No sense of bodily form,
Just rhythms and life.
I had become the essence of joy.
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