It Is
It is..
It is the same
and vast
for everyone..
It is prior to the
sights and sounds of
this morning..
It is within the bestial
events of the day..
It is the Self
stirring in suffering
waiting in shadows
to be born...
Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2019
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