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Spiritual Awakening
I had an estranged
discovery re-surge
in me; it brimmed
out from a distant
border, like some
cosmic debris, not
born in or made
for this world.
Suddenly, each step
became a dance;
songs were sung
in single words.
My thoughts, thrown
askance, forced me
to look again at
every certainty.
I saw light descend
through cloudy tiers,
and tall grasses
shimmer like the sea.
The breezes blew
an old secret,
sweet and cool.
Ashamed that I grew
content with grounded
feet, I flew a mile
if I marched a foot.
I felt once more
imagination afloat.
