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This

Darkness comes but it also goes,

I know this.

What arises always ceases,

I believe this.

Chaotic thought calms and settles,

I endure this.

Grasping tightly finds release,

I feel this.

Sky once oppressive

Becomes spacious,

This infinite expanse.

Mood brightens,

Perception shifts,

I’m grateful for this.

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