Sunday, October 2, 2022

Come With Me

In my contemplation,
while looking at the sky
I see the pond of plenty reflecting clouds to me
but only when I look again,
do obstacles just leave.
As these were all illusions 
I more readily pass them by
as every bird that ever lived
knows Our Vastness is the sky
so releasing limitations
'lifts us up' to fly. 
I hear my soul singing, 'Come With Me'
you will surely See 
your sky is now cloud-free.

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