Off in the distance, you watch it draw near.
Moving along with a fiery flare.
It is as if a set of eyes
are focused now on you.

It understands without the words.
A different kind of knowing.
Time and space are altered
in the feeling of its flowing.

There never really was one point of view
within its never-ending facets of appeal.
Spirit, soul, the feel of flesh.
Intimate experience of sense.

Awakening - the time of sleep is over.
Deep, the dark and bright, the light.
Day and night were never opposites.
They blend and flow, becoming one another.
The earth is here, the air we breathe
flows in and of Her soul.
And is aware...

? Michaelette ?

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