Guest guest Posted April 20, 2001 Report Share Posted April 20, 2001 Echoes of the crying stone Overshadowed, vast, tremendous vibration echoing distant yet close. Am I afraid? I listen, attentive, silent, the throbbing of my heart beats. I hear only the voices of man, voices of the lost ... Yet there must be balance, there must be found. And the heart beats louder, louder, louder as a drum beats nearer, nearer. It shall reach breaking point, the reality of who I am, The vastness of Self, the Truth of Self seems magnified as the beating continues I have become my heart. There is no body I am free All that remains is the beating of my heart. My spirit, it soars. I fly high, high to the temple of the angels. In golden light I await me In golden light I am bathed I stand and face the mirror of who I am. I smile, step through the mirror into no-thing for I am only my own imagination. I step through the no-thing, through the mirror, content to dwell ... cw Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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