New Zealand

New Zealand. Here I am. New Zealand. A long series of events so planned they become unplanned. Riding in on a horse that has been chopped at the knees. Not once a sound. Never a chance to say please. Please don't. I'm standing here but you don't seem to notice. All emotions wrapped up so much they become none. The blank mind finally realizes what it should have known all along. The mind that stops looking for the objective finds it. It's undefined. Let go and free. Rippling like the wind over a large puddle. Or maybe a small lake. The viewer decides the object in their eye. Deep in the jungle of the minds eye. Fear is a factor. However someone controlled by fear won't end up here. New Zealand. Here I am. New Zealand.

                                                                  

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