The core of my being
is wrapped up in dreaming
and wishes and hopes
in their shimmery seeming:
a cosmic swirl
in this crazy world
like the universe
has come unfurled,
surrounded by
a gentle light,
in oceanic blues
and butterfly flight,
and I'm lifted up
on angel's breath
and I lose distinction
between life and death,
connected to
the Higher Force,
the Only One,
the Life, the Source.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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