I'm always here--
in this body,mortgaged to
this place called
Earth. My mind
pretends to
travel on its own
(what a dreamer),
riding off into
its lands of past,
its realms of fantasy,
its rages of ambition
and gripped greed.
It must of course
always return
(until the End, when
it will just go to Stop).
When it's wise,
Mind settles, it
and body in a still
embrace, a loose
duet
amidst the mystery
and flow of Now.
hans ostrom 2023
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