Malignant thoughts
overstay their welcome
The lure of passion
and the forgetfulness
of the aftertaste it leaves
The ruins of my resolve
weaker by the second
To resist all temptations
where the mind is forgotten
To bring awareness to my breath
where the self is forgotten
I centre my attention
to the conscious till
there is no awareness
of my external surroundings
Only an inner world remains
as expansive as the universe
where I feel the earth shying away
from the sun to bring in the darkness
where I feel the minutiae of our existence
and the magnitude of the oceans decrease
except the one inside me as I feel for a moment
That i really am the source, i really am stardust
Smoke words every day. 
My mind is a bit of a mess, just now
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OMG! I can’t even fully express just how much I love this piece, Rahul. Truly, you continue to amaze/touch me with your beautifully wise words. The “forgotten” lines were so striking, and “That i really am the source, i really am stardust”!!! What a masterful and meaningful ending. So grateful to read you, dear friend 🤍🤍🤍
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My dear friend Rahul, this is very profound. You know I love your work. Mucho éxito.
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You really are stardust! Hah … one huge puff and we’re gone!
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Dear friend I am securing your safety. Stop posting poems for a while. Let’s see what happens
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