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Cessation

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Mountains of bones
Ocean of tears
Life after life
We are still here.

When will this end?
It all depends
Is there the wisdom
To let things rest.

To let go of wanting
That relentless hunting
To sit in abiding
And enjoy just being.

Life’s quiet rhythm
A gentle throbbing.
Mind’s silent watching
Eventually ceasing

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