Spirits
flowing.
Flowing
freely
thru time
and space.
No
boundaries.
Everywhere
no limits.
Infinity.
Moving effortlessly.
At a thought.
Anywhere,
at a
thought!
Thoughts,
the engine
the fuel
that moves.
Life.
Corporeal life.
Spirit corralled,
stuffed into
matter.
Limits,
everywhere.
Tossed on
a pebble.
Wrapped in
the physical.
Spirits
Imprisoned.
Wanting out
back
to the
limitless.
Time slows
crawls.
Trapped.
Trapped
like an
eddy
in a stream.
Spinning in
place till
released.
Released
back to
the infinite.
Relief.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 5th, 2019 07:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
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