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/everything is in motion/
the cosmos chants in ancient tongues,
galaxies swirl like sacred smoke,
planets beat with ritual drums,
nature breathes, animals pulse,
humans drift through veils of dreaming,
and every atom trembles with spirit.
movement is the shaman’s dance,
sometimes felt as thunder in the blood,
other times, like mist over still waters—
soft, invisible, yet everywhere.
I am the serpent shedding its skin,
a river carving new paths through stone,
thoughts blossoming like moonlit flowers,
my body echoing the rhythms of the earth.
the world is a living vision,
a shifting veil of hidden realms—
but the waking eye, clouded by the ordinary,
misses the secret rivers of light.
to know oneself is to walk the shadowed path,
to sip the nectar of the unseen,
to cross thresholds of leaf and flame—
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