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The world viewed through closed eyes.

Submitted:Nov 5, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Only a distant tap

with its regular drip and splash

Scribbles subtle cartoons

onto a canvas of silence

I use the rhythmical

water against hollow steel

To aid my mental transition

my walk into heaven

I push all thoughts

to a steep border of my mind

Then allow them to fall

off the fluorescent shelf

My breathing, my guide

to paradise yonder

A black sicklebill's song

calls my attention

Her wing span wide

her journey care free

I accept the invitation

to read the in-flight manual

I review my ego

from high in the air

The same way astronauts

stare in awe at planet Earth

My realm apparent

a peaceful world revealed

I Meditate on the conclusion

that we are all one

A universal one

that occupies a spiritual corner

Of an ever expanding shape

as yet undefined


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