There really

Are no steps

To take.

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No path,

No journey,

No way.

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You probably

Long to

Get there..

To get away

From here..

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But there is

No one to

Get there,

And no there

To get to.

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There is

No arrival

Or departure,

No closer

Or further,

No progress,

Or regression.

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No becoming,

Or unbecoming,

Just stories

Of becoming,

Where there

Is none.

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This

Simply is.

‍

Is,

Is not

Becoming.

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Just hope

Of more

Or less,

Where there

Is none.

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This is

Always

Unmoving,

Appearing

To move.

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Absolute

Stillness

Dancing,

Emptiness

Overflowing,

Silence

Singing,

Nothing

Everythinging.

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Just this,

Just this,

And this is

All of that.

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