Golden light
Through white linen.
Dust motes in the
Still morning.
I drift and float
In and out:
The celestial plane, then
Back again to the terrestrial...
Gently I settle into
My body, molecules
And energy align...
And i am whole again... But somehow less.
-- 05/04/2011
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