No Compulsion to Move

No Compulsion to move,

Nor desire to do.

My world envelopes me

Like a cocoon.

All at once I understand

All there Is to comprehend.

I sit, I cry, I feel and think and move.

Yet there is nothing to do.

No Where to go.

No One to Be, except Myself.

No Compulsion to move,

Nor Desire to Do.

My World envelopes

Me like a Cocoon.

I am Transformed.


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