A Souvenir
Just close the door
and be alone behind the mist
contemplating hope
in freedom of no-thing-ness
my senses capture a union with love a
love infused by seamless
unconscious love
beyond form
beyond
any need to control or divide.
Illuminated by a flash of light
a souvenir of no-thing.
Copyright © James Ranahan | Year Posted 2015
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