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Vivid illusions and dancing leaves,
breath in my mind like the wind in the trees.

Pine needles lay on the barren ground,
adding the coarseness to life all around.

Dry and cold they hover in air,
slapping my face, then whispers of care;

"Lead me down to the place who you are.
Turn this way but don't go too far.
I only want, to know you for now.
To find what you need? I can't tell you how."

"Yes.." He speaks, "it is there, it exists."
"But for you it is not, no need to resist."

Fear nothing, be free, is what I've been told
But the fear is all that I have now to hold