Beneath the sky, where whispers hum,
A quiet pulse, a gentle drum.
The world dissolves, the edges fade,
In this moment, I am made.
A golden thread, a tender light,
Wraps the heart in soft delight.
No weight to bear, no time to bind,
Just endless peace, a quiet mind.
The air is sweet, the colors sing,
Each breath a gift, each thought a wing.
No yearning hand, no fleeting pain,
Just liquid joy, a warm refrain.
The soul expands, a boundless sea,
Flowing wild, completely free.
Pure bliss, it hums, so light, so true,
A timeless now, forever new.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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