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Mar 2010
what is this light that I hold inside my hand,
this heat and softness on my toes inside the sand,
water rises up in a halo around my head,
the sand lifts me up like a comfy little bed,
I'm floating through the forest with a calmness in my mind,
the birds are chirping and they're following behind,
this light in my hand is getting ever brighter,
and this bed of sand is lifting me ever higher,
I enter a giant sphere of clouds floating in the sky,
there is no evil mist or shroud taking vision from my eye,
I take the deepest breath of purity in the air,
and I keep it in my heart with all the other beauty that is there,
the sand suddenly leaves from under me,
the water leaves it's place and creates a sea,
I'm terrified to be falling so furiously fast,
so I close my eyes and dream of things future, present, and past,
I open my eyes and I gently fall on the ground,
lying flat on my back, I get up and look around,
a field of beauty instead of an open sea,
only for a moment I wonder, how could this be?
I wonder why I've landed in such an interesting place as this,
there is something going on here but I don't know what it is,
this place is very strange and it grows stranger ever more,
and the beauty I keep inside my heart is no longer kept in store,
for all the beauty here cannot be held in one space,
because it is all our hearts that make up this special place,
so I hold my heart with this light held in my hand,
and I release it into this place, this beautiful, beautiful land
dedicated to everyone. we are all an important part of the beauty of this world
Marco Jimenez
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