Tuning into my own nature now
I find myself rolling this ball
Around my head
Of this possibility
Of a feeling
Like this silver ocean swan
With a baby blue mouth
Flying in front of me
Skimming the lake
From the sight of this being
With a different conscious
I can imagine what it would be like
To roam the Earth
Without clutter in the mind
Wings cutting through the wind
Bound to the present
And clarity of what IS
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Tuning into my own nature now
I find myself rolling this ball
Around my head
Of this possibility
Of a feeling
Like this silver ocean swan
With a baby blue mouth
Flying in front of me
Skimming the lake
From the sight of this being
With a different conscious
I can imagine what it would be like
To roam the Earth
Without clutter in the mind
Wings cutting through the wind
Bound to the present
And clarity of what IS
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