Dressed in this fine breath of a flicker of an outline
People, animals, and flowers grow toward me
bringing messages, messengers, and gifts of energy.
I wear my robe like a teardrop,
fluid and attracting.
Everything is magnified in the distance.
A pin point among other pin points
is being pulled magnetically with such force,
melding.
On the grounded side,
we are moving slow as the sun comes up
and the moon goes round.
I see masterpieces in the
blink of a flicker between the strict lines of this
chastising world.
© 10-Jul-2008 Sonja J. Johnston
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