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2003-06-10 ||| 7:48 p.m. dreams that come in cycles spin and glow beyond the surface of reflection and stars dipping in for a bath in lukewarm light sitting on the edge of my consciousness i wait for the lotus to bloom intoxicated by it's invisible growth charting the progress of its fragrance my heart lies still in my chest, fluttering from time to time in anticipation falling asleep i hear the name spoken in my dreams, her voice silvery and smooth, wasting no time immersed in divine love my body melts away and all that's left is gentle radiance filling the space the great oneness of all being merges and divides seamlessly and infinitely fulfilling a purpose without purpose except maybe to shine...
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