| Feel the wish of the thought to break through,
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| break through every hindrance,
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| like the soul longs to live for ever.
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| The walking continues now slowly now fast
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| It has always been bordered by feelings,
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| hindrances and the plague of doubt.
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| But what in this is recollection?
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| What does this mean?
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| The echoes of thoughts are heard in the emptiness
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| that used to be so full of chaos.
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| The thought wants to break through
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| to set out and explore every part
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| of the big and different existence
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| that was once so full of meaning,
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| but is now sheer emptiness.
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| Is this the goal of the walk?
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| Is it to this void the thought will break.
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| Perhaps.
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| What is yet space, unexplored,
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| comes to view and we catch a hint of what is further away in the remote distance.
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| But it disappears as quickly as it appeared
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| and what is our daily business
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| is chained and locked to the moment
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| for the time being
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| But what in this is recollection?
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| Have we been here before?
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| We are still fed with the already known,
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| The spoils of everyday life.
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| The power is in their hands
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| I don’t want to go on like this,
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| But where am I?
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| Like a small carriage, drawn by a thousand horses
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| I am being dragged along,
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| though with just one word
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| I could stop it all.
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| But can’t get myself to bother,
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| although my hottest wish is to turn around
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| And go back…
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| This is a total change.
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| The surprise is part of the movement,
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| my subconscious is searching and transforming
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| and all of a sudden…
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| But again it is disappearing
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| and the walking continues as before
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| sometimes slowly, sometimes fast.
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| The question remains:
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| Is this what I am looking for:
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| the silence, the echo and the thin, little ray of light
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| coming from a distant land far away? |