Sometimes you forget yourself
You don't know where you are
What you are doing
and where you belong
You look the the hole inside that wall
Just across the room
or the paper fluttering with the wind
blown across the room
The world is moving at its pace
People are running around
Cars are honking
and as usual the scorching heat outside
Many hours have passed
and you don't realise
It is making happy and content
Like meditating with open eyes
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