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To witness, it is the full expression

Of life, after the mind agrees to secession

There is no more strife and struggle

The forest falls silent, with barely a rustle

To witness, is going halfway up the ladder

Where there’s silent laughter without chatter

Of the mind, which now clings to gratitude

It’s set free from slavery to being shrewd

To witness, the sky becomes a measure

Of happiness, bringing cloudless inner weather

The mind is burnt by wisdom’s rays

Greatly narrowing the distance to grace

To witness, the choreographer’s hand

We realize we’re always on the promised land

Where the cloud of awareness cushions our feet

Protecting us from the mind’s thorny deceit

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