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Free verse № 131147

Awakening

Member since 2002 · Posted 16 Sep 2005 · 4 comments

I slowly awake from slumber's brief rest, that schism between dream and reality; mundane concepts re-emerge into illusion, duality's deception. Suddenly, my body spins, out of control. A wirling dervish transforms into pure energy, disperses unimpeded through time and space. Essence permeates deeper into unbroken wholeness, an atavistic trip backwards in evolution's unfolding. My being joins with yesterday's singularity where opposites no longer exist, all questions unasked and without meaning. Shared unity perceived with the clarity of a single thought, the poet's turning of a phrase, enveloped by the cosmic Ohm.

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[10] horus8 17-Sep-05/9:05 AM Reply
Good
[n/a] ALChemy 19-Sep-05/1:36 AM Reply
Getting closer.
[9] Tintagiles 25-Sep-05/8:49 PM Reply
Nice. Very nice, even. It's 'whirling' rather than 'wirling', by the way -- though I'd tend to change that line. 'Whirling dervishes' have been heard of too often.
[10] zodiac 29-Sep-05/5:26 AM Reply
Would you say you have a better grasp on science than most people, including rednecks?