Beautiful anonymity.
That’s what I’m feeling.
The sense of being one with the night, the plunk of rain,
Muted cricket symphony fills my inner ear,
The magical quiet of aloneness.
With nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Freedom bathed in cosmic love.
The joy of breathing in a body.
The ecstasy of communion with life.
Still in the cocoon.
Not finished yet.
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