Thursday, November 10, 2011


Softly, gently I arise, never to certain, only when I am self-assured of the entirety. Often back stepping in that familiar mess I am aware of, swimming forward and floating in a pool of conscience, the water is cool, the noise familiar, my head falls into the deep, my body relaxes and I go. I am lost in the divine happiness of isolation.

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