
Infinite black skies as I arise; No more need to why
As I search for my finds; Awake by design-mind
Zen like street light as the trees sway in the breeze
Darkest night; sparked as words take flight
Nuero receptors part like the red sea; calm and deadly
Medley for a monk; a mantra like funk
Tough luck and taken as a blessing
Heal and resting and manifesting the next thing




Gaining some insight when meditation is in flight![totem_moon_by_bitmap0023[1]](https://goodnightnina.blog/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/totem_moon_by_bitmap00231.jpg)



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