“Wake up,” inside nudges

A column of Dark Empty Light within.

Some fear such subtle things

They are Power True, they are my Home.

 

Spirit’s precious pre-dawn gift

I surrender to it,

Or maybe just focus

Remember it?

 

I sit on my dusky lavender pillow

A sick dog drugged sleeps at my side.

Soft light gently begins seeping in,

“Open your eyes,” the nudging whispers.

 

The trees are in love with me!

Quietly ecstatic she has awoken.

Sweetness dances,

I remember who they are!

 

The world would say a breeze

Moved their sensuous union,

Science not my God,

We know what is true.

 

July 4th, 2017. May all remember we are free.

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