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A sea of bodies moving and
Minds are out to lunch
Head in the clouds,
Dreaming dreams eyes open?
Does any part of you register
A world outside your skin-bag?

Your body animates like
Marionettes jerkily shifting
Colliding blindly unseeing
Unfeeling autopilots, all
Cut off from Self
Can’t you see others?

Breathe and connect and know
There is nowhere that is not Self
There is no thing that is not Self

Wake up! I say, wake up!!