Found peace
in death, I returned
Though I
feel like a stranger.
Nothing here
is familiar
Pure spirits
with faces
Remind me of
beings,
They tend to
know me from a place.
They embrace
and smile constantly,
Look no sun!
I wait for nightfall,
A cordial
voice whispered, “No seasons here.”
Energy is
mood, joy is powerful peace.
Bare feet
over living grass,
Carrying me
around effortlessly,
The tickle
triggers smiles,
Finally I
see someone familiar.
Lit air
brushes over my stammer,
I cannot say
their names,
Anxiety down
my face, children come
The love in
the atmosphere overwhelms.
The water
flowing is holy, I bend to touch
Out of the
stream a magnificent spirit emerges,
My face He
touches and I return to the world,
As another stranger
on earth.
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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