Passing
through.
One stop
along the
way.
No
beginning.
No end.
Not one
and done!
Realm to
realm the
spirits
flow.
Resting,
observing.
Lessons
learned.
Moving
on.
Veil
through
veil.
The trip
entails.
New
realities
seen,
observed.
New
experiences
gleaned.
Knowledge
building,
essence
moves.
Countless
encounters,
one unknown
from the
next.
The
never ending
story.
Plays out.
Where
it stops?
Who’s
to say?
Unknown.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 20th, 2024 08:27
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
Comments2
What interesting thoughts about the spirit world. I like the idea of them resting, observing and gaining knowledge. Floating freely in peace and quiet, no conflict on a never ending journey. Beats the hell hole we have down here John.:) I like where you drifted with this one. Happy Saturday.
Thank you Cassie..
So very true John, My Spirit stopped on this world for a brief moment in my life.
Andy
Exactly! Thank you for reading.
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