mange on skin
non-stop chaotic itchings
no stillness.no silence.
anywhere in caves,
on mountains, in forests, in villages, in houses, on walks, while sitting, on hills and on streets.
meditation on mange on skin
mind on stilled life
just happenings for a moment
mind on new silence in timelessness
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