Young Peasant at her toilette by Camille Pissarro
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Your mind is not your mind per se. Define
The angle of the light with naked eyes;
Elucidate the haze that makes you pine,
Unlabeling perception ’till it cries.
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Often awareness happens by Itself,
For It works through us more than we’d admit.
Like sunlight when the sky is bleak as delf,
Like rainfall when the earth is dry and lit.
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Fret not, pause; refrain from rush’d consuming.
Gulp not, but chew the moment! As it’s rich
In flavors we cannot think. Unending
Fortunes are offered to the voice on pitch.
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Happiness cannot be cumulative
In a world of mirrors. Now will you live?
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Herons