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In A White Room

In A White Room

Close your eyes
and you should see dark,
Picture a white room
all bright white
with no doors, no windows
nothing.....blank as paper.

Your white room seems vast
though it is truly small,
see a door, make your way throughΒ 
a seemingly vast but small white room
to that door
opening it.....staring into the black.

Enter the dark unknown
eyes still softly closed,
realize the room is dimly lit
complete with controls
controls to your body,
your imagining each one
labeled to identify certain sections
or parts to the body.

Carefully.....
proceed in shutting them down
while were focused on breathing.....
Focused on breathing.......
Breathing.....

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Tony Taylor

DUDE!!... you and I have so much in common it's not even funny!!...... we'll have this conversation one day....... way to share a piece of yourself brother!!.......ALL STARS!!....... Loved This!!......T xo

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Devon La Porte

Thanks man. Hey brother, you know what they say....mind over matter and this stuff helps in every facet of life. One day....look forward to it T. Peace!

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Devon La Porte

Thank you PoetessDarkly. Been a while since I've seen you on here. It is a great training trick for the mind, try it sometime and you can always imagine it your way. Hope all is well. Peace!

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