Alone
Are we so alone in time?
We always think alone
Whenever there is a presence:
Within this bright core
That enveloped
That re-developed
Displayed by a plethora of colors;
To hear and perceive I Am;
To be Real though sensitive:
To be All-That-Is;
It elates and thrills though we be alone.
There is but One mystery
That enchants the heart
Making the Mind wise
Existing as we once were
Like fallen snowflakes...
Like the sensation of a soft feather
Alone in another Reality...
In flight like a butterfly
I am alone.
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