Ahamkara can only be seen from a hammock
in its crystal beauty, nuzzling the neck of ananda
the sky is blue above me
the leaves are green around me
the earth is brown beneath me
ahamkara, the colorless cloud within me
nuzzling the neck of ananda
Let's line the land in hammocks!
one for all, the homeless and the homed no more,
but the hammocked, and therefore
the quiet reflectors
nuzzling the neck of ananda!
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