Freedom from the selves.
Concrete minds that hold,
Enslave
Aliveness.
Sounds of tin.
All that’s heard is fog.
All that’s seen is mind.
Let it go,
Don’t try so hard.
I try so hard not to try.
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trailingsomething 
‘I try so hard not to try’… I know that one!
thanks for the follow, I like your poetry, allow me to return the compliment 🙂 Tony
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Thanks 🙂 I like yours too
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And this is kind of centred around meditation, which helps to kind of break free of that. I’m finding, gradually… maybe worth a try
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