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Brushing against the skin—my attention.

Moving toward the walls of the room

And beyond—expansive consciousness

My existence is saturated with silence

The pulse of the universe

When receptive, it gets louder

…Collapse of false ideas

Gigantic Mystery that no one knows—yet it feels familiar.

The big “I” doesn't belong anywhere.

There are no bodily sensations; but I am flooded by presence.

Loud and clear—without words.

Distant, but also here

A place of my own

Unfolding—dynamic, gigantic

Filled by… saturated, infinite, present

From the body, I am reduced—

I can't even name it.