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Monday, May 2, 2011

To the bottom of what..



thoughts keep flowing as in spring..
a string of words would form the scene,
Blurred for the moment
this veil of reality is yet to be revealed..

What is that which lies at the bottom..
the puzzle box unlocked ,
is the visual perception of another..

questions.. questions.. and questions remain..
Just answers hold good no more..
What is that we seek,
Which door leads to what..

Every full stop to an answer found,
Prompts, another question to follow..

when will we be happy?

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