once upon a time
there was
a circle
and it drummed
and it
strummed
and the lump
in
my
throat
the size of a tyrant's
fist
dissolved
into
a pure
white light feeling
and i was a
person
a part of something
not apart
not asunder
a heartspace coming coming
a star starring
afar
in the distance
guiding my lost feet toward
an oasis
that actually
is
a new start an art of being dreaming awake made
for you
a land of yay to hold in the palm of your hand and
a vibrating tone
resonates in that numb sternum
a tone that
lay
one
shade
away
from the ten thousand and ten whites of the first light
ever lit
Her womb receiving you
again
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
once upon a time
there was
a circle
and it drummed
and it
strummed
and the lump
in
my
throat
the size of a tyrant's
fist
dissolved
into
a pure
white light feeling
and i was a
person
a part of something
not apart
not asunder
a heartspace coming coming
a star starring
afar
in the distance
guiding my lost feet toward
an oasis
that actually
is
a new start an art of being dreaming awake made
for you
a land of yay to hold in the palm of your hand and
a vibrating tone
resonates in that numb sternum
a tone that
lay
one
shade
away
from the ten thousand and ten whites of the first light
ever lit
Her womb receiving you
again
