When I poop I get happy.
Something uncovered.
Plop! Echo resounded
along the valley between the mountains
and the island of guacamole,
where the mystic
becomes the way of life.
The endless lights around your skin,
fleeting glimpses we
melt into a bath of passion
and massive rock and roll.
Merging
minded body and embodiedmind.
All melts, it flows
and becomes gold.
Becomes nothing,
becomes all
while
disappears as if by magic. Image: Pamela Sukhum
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