Level being

Each day moving through

we traipse up and down through levels of thought

drifting at times like a silky calm

gracing our minds like a sweetly whispered word.

Levels of beauty and hues that give pause

we find ourselves stopping at times to watch

the transpiring of days

that we are immersed in

and at times feeling so removed,

find that it doesn’t take very much

to flow into that place within

as we silently give thanks and close our eyes,

breathing in the likeness of tranquility

we exhale the clouds of storms

setting them free

and thus finding ourselves

exactly where it is we need to be.

I gaze at ideas like dreams in my head,

stepping up each one to reach higher

like stairs that move in the right direction

as I feel in my soul this path has become so right,

exploring the wonder of the delicacies of each second

and with the gathering of time like flowers

not wasting a moment of inspiration

on that which mires like quicksand,

rising into the being of the soul set free

and phantom like as it drifts through

touching each piece gently with light

spanning the surface with perfection.

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