the way

I don’t know

Contained in what is a small bubble

Folded inside a vast golden space

Hanging in the air i was the skies the trees the streets as well

Caught in this bubble I no longer glimpse that joy. Yet it was all i was.

All sounds as if it had edges when all was infinite was everything was all

So many edges here and definitions. How to open up to this being that is?

The mind is too small to contain

And words are too defined

The mind is in the way

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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