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I step where mosses weave their green,On earth untouched by mortal hands,Where ancient trees, with roots unseen,Hold secrets in their winding strands. The mist, like breath, enfolds me whole,A veil of ...
I step where mosses weave their green,On earth untouched by mortal hands,Where ancient trees, with roots unseen,Hold secrets in their winding strands. The mist, like breath, enfolds me whole,A veil of ...
Nowvana: the joy one experiences of being nowhere: now and here. It is a place of presence, when both the past and future dissolve in present living awareness. It is ...