A wave of possibility, suspended
o'er us all -
when will it choose to rise or fall for me?
I feel a ripple streaming through, and open
to the vast unknown again - knowing only
that this change must come into reality.
One drop of water in an oceanic
this day I simply let myself be moved;
for I choose not to be left behind again.
And no matter where this great adventure
ends, I too shall be at least a particle of
all its history.
I move, I breathe, and yet
willingness than I has chosen this. Puffs
of clouds are floating through an everlasting
sky. And so am I. No will, no want, nor
even great desire, could ever love me so.
Willingly, I rush into this spell of mystery.
Up and down and round and
this magic now becomes the ground
of all reality...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...