I walked a path to consciousness
through blizzards of beliefs
and devastating earthquakes of limits
I knew some were in my being
I could have a new meaning
I knew at some level
all the words were full of chaos
and that light, beyond my field of vision existed – shining bright.
Could this be consciousness?
Could this be “all that is”?
A message, a signal, a nuance calling…
calling me back to itself.
Scarce bread crumbs it left,
but a way it showed ahead.
No bright lights, no bells, no angels calling.
Just a notion, perhaps a memory
of a time experienced more wholly
of a place known to simply be…
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