Thursday, March 10, 2016

The Shape ....4



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I woke up
In the middle 
Of the night
Feeling lighter
And fresh
In the tingling
Flesh
And I couldn't
Put my finger on
What it was
That was blooming
Inside with joy.
I stopped thinking
And just sat still.
Then it dawned:
I had lost
All that was
Clinging.




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