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A State of Mind

Get into the Escalator

Climb

Elevate

What about the Room

Leave it

That is the Present

Dont you want to get into

The Future

The Going to be

Yes but what about my Friends out here

In T

You do not have to Leave them

Just Forget them

Dont think of getting Out Idiot

Get Off and

Go Up

Climb the Stairs if you do not

Like the Escalator

Forget

Do not Remember Anything

A State of Nothingness

Isnt that what you want to be

Throw the handkerchief

Stop blowing your

Two Breathing Outlets

Your Dear Ones Will Be

Happy that at Last

There has been a promotion

An Elevation

Do not Look

Stop Looking at Your Self

Refrain from Piety

All you have to

Really Get to Is

Unwind

Decode

Desist from Insisting to

Remember Something

It is Not

Do you understand

Forget

It is easy or The Demons

Will Remind that

The Engine has Started

And You Will be travelling Again

Never Visualise

Just Rise and Rise

Up and Up

Forget What is Down

For Heavens sake Do Not Look

Just ForeSee

Ride towards a Gradient

Get into the Giant Wheel and

At the Summit Dont

Get Down

Just be there

Leave your Binoculars

You do not need them

Friend For

You are Televated

Celestial Beings need No

Visiting Cards

Stop Remembering

Be at the Helm

And get Used to be

Looked at from Down

To where You Exist

The Helm of All Helm

Gazed by Zillion Pair of Eyes every

Nanasecond

Welcome You are The

Chosen One

The Unexpected at the Top

Of

The

World

Where Nothing Is

Just You

Thats All

No One

Stop acting like Samson

There is No

Delilah Out

Here

No Windows

This is the

Shaft

Which does not

Lift

Transfixed

You are the Pivot

The Bulwark

Balancing On

Celestial Ice Bergs

Stay There

My Worried One

None of That here

Its All Soerted Out

Meet the

Predecessor

The Inmate

Happy That

You Are

Settling Down to

Celestial matters and

Relieved from

Longing to Die and

Yearning for Living

And Most of All your

Freedom from Being

Besotten

All the Best

With Your

Nothingness