the equinox strikes like a slap across the face..
the wind howls a warning of the future..
rain becomes it's twin and gathers in inches..
standing near the stove brings memories of green..
Now, announces that you have walked away..
the pain of lament warns of the forgetfulness of duality..
the observer merely nods at the scene..
the body cries for warmth..
the mind gives birth to the pain of desire..
the observer nods once again..
the observer feels no pain in Consciousness,
only the mind suffers..
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