Lightness of being
Being only light
Floating
Into light
Seeing
Only light.
Fifteen minutes turns into timelessness
Centuries and nanoseconds
Are the same
Are irrelevant
Light through the trees
Light in my brain
Liquid, pulsing, penetrating
Light.
Fifteen minutes
Turns into multitudes of parallel
Possibilities
At once
Familiar
All at once
New.
Invisible Hands
My hands
My own precious hands!
Blue light
To touch heaven.
Love
Sitting
Still
In
Reverence
For the Light
For what is.
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