Suspended in a dream,
Weightless, it would seem,
I travel on this journey
Like a leaf upon a stream.
I transcend into awareness,
To a heavenly domain.
To be held there, forever. . .
Is an honour to remain.
The rush comes and passes
But yet returns in waves.
I yield to its power.
As it rushes through my veins.
Removing all impurites,
Clear and flowing free;
This power which I feel,
Passing through me.
As molecules collide,
My resistance does abide.
The particles annihilate,
And I explode inside.
Matter is altered.
Every element plays its part;
A gallery of sisters,
A galaxy of art.
For wherever I go,
I intend on no return.
The cosmos is my highway
And its teachings I will learn.
Such is the privelige
Of being on this quest;
My journey beats forever,
And its heart will never rest.
A familiar face accepts me,
A greeting smile awaits.
I feel so much at home,
As I pass between these gates.
At last! I feel reborn.
Redeemed, I am anew.
Never to return to old,
My course holds firm and true.
The distance is my future,
And my past has passed me by.
Onward I continue,
Forever, I will fly.
Daniel Jorgensen (Feb 2012)
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