the world is so vast
the universe floating and so endless
there is always this
fluidity
no one knows what is there
we focus on the
garden of our heart
it is the only thing we
can do
till
tend what is present
go where we are taken
time
that is the waiting
that sense of this, that
there
but soon the change comes
the timelessness
and weightlessness of these
all
the sense of floating and
being endless
sunless horizons
edgeless spaces
at the tip of the icebergs
of our minds
along the peripheries of
our tattered hearts
soon there will be no burdens
on the wings of
spirits
on the feathers of angels
to the arms of gods....
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