Becky Blab

Who knew

bliss like this

exists,

within?

Simply

watching the waves

of breath

rise

and

fall

the unfathomable ocean

reveals itself.

The whirlpools tugs me,

the rocking lulls me.

Go inside

and all is provided.

Deeper I sink

into myself

though I float

on wisps,

gliding on the surface

of infinity.

I’m dangling from a

golden thread,

hanging suspended

over the cavernous

womb of creation.

Don’t throw me that

lifeline;

I want to know

if I

sink or swim.

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