POEM: Rumi-nation

I live in a perpetual -nation

This simple one-line poem reflects a basic in my life, in general, and as a poet.  As a poet, my mind, at times, drifts into aha moments of epiphanies, and at times, races to find connections between the infinite aspects of reality.  This calls to another favorite, one-line poem of mine: Everything reminds me of everything else.  Of course, the place of the -nation, unlike nation states, has no border patrol or statuses.  This eternal place can be accessed from anywhere at any time, for only the cost of paying attention.  May you visit often!

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