POEM: Rumi-nation

I live in a perpetual -nation

This simple one-line poem reflects a basic in my , in general, and as a .  As a , my , at times, drifts into aha moments of epiphanies, and at times, races to find connections between the infinite aspects of .  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 , for only the cost of paying attention.  May you visit often!

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