Sky Nesting
Being chained to flesh is ok.
I enjoy the physical sensations of this world.
Although when evil hisses and persists,
I wish to pack a hobo bag and leave it.
When I look up at the bejeweled night sky.
I know for certain that's where I truly belong.
Unburdened by demands of the flesh and ego.
Somewhere in that great expanse is my home-my nest.
The cosmic being of everything, patiently waiting there.
Where truths are revealed in all their wonderful spectrums.
The half-destiny of the universe is to expand.
This soul belongs at the edge of the expansion.
I won't feel anxious or claustrophobic anymore.
I'll be heading home to taste the light of freedom.
After the expansion, there will be a great contraction.
Then we all will be truly home.
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