On sand by the sea
soaked in sun
On frozen tundras
night scoring months
In lofty penthouses
with skyroofs
Under thatched huts
with sky for roof
On islands with trees
more than people
In cities crowded
with islands of people
In dazzling mansions
with all comforts
In den and dungeons
walled by books
Not a destination
nor destiny
Not even a distance
to traverse or leap
Within and with you
always
Heaven, Paradise
call what you may
Causeless ecstasies within reach
named, nameless
The moment you distance
the mind omnipresent
Bliss without borders or shape
flowing through my days/ hours
As if a breeze having
no purpose or pace
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