Falling in –
Spinning
Spiraling in trails of wonder
Felled, into my inner deep blackness
Measured in years of light
And in streams of conscious awakening
I’m pulled through time
An inescapable reality
Into a now –
Of ever present
Meaning.
August 27th, 2022 § 0 comments
Falling in –
Spinning
Spiraling in trails of wonder
Felled, into my inner deep blackness
Measured in years of light
And in streams of conscious awakening
I’m pulled through time
An inescapable reality
Into a now –
Of ever present
Meaning.
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