The plane arches through the cloudsI'm lost in the mist
The fabric of time is translucent
I live here
More than ever before
I feel the waves of
Non existence
The Buddhists
Say no self
And flow into the empty set
Nirvana perfect harmony
Is temporal
No past or future
Just the perfect moment of now
The plane engines sputter
I feel surging pressure
There is a ringing in my ears
I focus on the ring
I am in balance
I am in the no more
I am free in the clouds
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