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Poetry from an Ecstatic Path

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The winds are the
rains of the otherworlds.
They cleanse and begin anew.
Fling your arms wide to
freshness ripping through
your body.
Let it blow inside and away,
and you will know life as a
blade of grass; as a tree.
The ecstacy of free.

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