The state

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That state of self
I felt in a dream last night
Floating like air,
Peaceful like a saint.

Aware of my surroundings,
Content from within,
No worries, no fears,
No trace of discouragement.

Was I enlightened,
Or just shown a reflection of it?

It made me question my reality:
Am I still dreaming,
Or was I truly living?
Which part is the truth?

What if it was a lesson—
A glimpse of what we gain,
Once we conquer inner demons
And turn inward again.

I have no enemies,
I carry no hate.
That’s what I realized,
And in that moment I was free—
Released from chains of selfishness.

My body relaxed,
My soul at ease.
And I thought,
How beautiful this world could be
If everyone freed themselves too.

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