Back from my kingdom in the mountain
Up there the seasons differ
The trees converse in other dialects
You see I myself transition into something
Slower sharper
I grow from the meditation
into something refined
Reality becomes curious
Asks me for the next chapter
restless interrupting
I walked with strong legs
Through the fabled lands
into the true ones
dual worlds come together
Tender calm
The moon and sun meet without explosion
Without destruction
The ritual of it repeats until days are
both soft and extreme
sensual and wise
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