Open all that grips.

Open your mind

and allow everything

to escape.

Let it pour out all its contents,

swirling ideas and memories

that are not you.

Let every last drop

of this imposter

leave.

Ahh, the relief

to be in peace again!

The breezes do not stick to you,

flower of Creation.

You color and fragrance the world

without any effort.

Stay open, bright soul

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