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Ataraxia
It cannot be achieved it seemed,
For years I yearned for more than this,
I cried and turned my head,
Towards an imaginary needle of microscopic vibration
I couldn’t find the words
I tried to write poems, prose alike
Spent too much time using “I”
But what else was there to discover;
Is ataraxia somewhere to be found,
And is it in my own head?
Published 3rd Feb 2017
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3rd Feb 2017 4:21pm
Nice - thanks for teaching me a new word. (If humans are here on this planet to grow in consciousness, then it sounds like you're on the right track).
4th Feb 2017 00:30am
