where time is beyond meaning and measurement
when time has the ability to stretch or shrink
in between there and here
filled with the weight of emptiness
as stillness flows
and i am completely alone
alone, but complete
poetry and some more
SONYA KASSAM 
Indeed! “Completely alone, but complete” says it all for me.
You have a knack for putting out these short pieces that really have a lot of depth. Salute!
Wonder if you managed to catch my recent ode to solitude?
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Ah, thank you so much Kunal. I am always slightly hesitant with the short poems.
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Oh, you need not, you’re good at them
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Meditation is good for you Sonya. :)
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It is good for you Ranu. I have been pretty much regular with my meditation for the past one year.
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Dear Sonya,
I like this poem you’ve shared. It conveys to this person a stillness, an emptiness of a mind/heart at rest. It is also, oddly, a fullness and completeness, an identify that is no-identity and yet more than imagainable.
All good wishes,
robert
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Yes much more than imaginable. Thank you Robert.
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