On Closing My Eyes


Floats
Muddledly.

The thoughts let go.

I swim.

Aware of lightening,
of a sea of unseen others,
of how language is a poor and beautiful substitute.

O that wordless world
always there waiting for us.

No struggle.

No need for connection in the realm of One.

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