Imagine a crystal vase
Filled with clear warm water
Floating in a pale blue sky.
As you watch and observe
You may start to see
tiny specks of dirt
Almost imperceptibly appear
and cloud the water
Filling the vase.
Reach out with your mind's hand
Grab the vase, and pour out the slightly polluted water
And place the vase back in the sky.
It will be refilled with perfect clear warm water
Once again.
You can do this infinite times, whenever you
Wish.
You mind is the water
And you are magic.
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