Air - not
empty space,
but full…
of atoms
gealed
into
molecules
of substance
touching me
at every step,
making way
for larger gloms
joining once
again
as passing I
journey on,
walking,
plodding,
trodding,
gliding,
flying,
spinning
thru air-soup and time,
one goal in
mind: Home.
Yet all the
while
gerunding
thru Life,
believing
Home's illusion far off,
a sudden
elbow in my side,
a spark of
laughter,
a flash of
blinding light
and suddenly
Home is not
afar off,
Home is
right here,
right now,
in me.
With every
step,
with every
thought
and
inspiration,
I move from room-to-room
in the Home
made by angels
and quantum
dreams.
The journey
never ends.
agd
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