Vision clears. Taste returns to the tongue
That before was twisted and tied
As if in the mouth of another.
Facing the self. No more the mirror that lied
And tricked you to believe the former was you
And would remain until all hope had died.

It joins you at the mountain’s summit.
A sunrise summons it to sing the refrain.
Elegant awareness returns. Overdue. Overjoyed
Cycles of breaths return again. And again.
Rippling waves softly lap over you
And the cooling breeze of reason remains.


    1. I guess it is different for each, but the line does not refer to tasting passion. It refers to the moment when one’s emotional state had them such that all food was tasteless, but then that changed and there was flavor again.

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