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Astral Projection

Astral Projection

  I am Immune to strife in solitude,
      My heart rate slows, I am calm in within my depth,
              A peace bestows my mind and attitude,
                    My body quivers with every breath.
 
 
                                            Vibrations and peculiar sensations,
                                        Ripple throughout my being,
                                  I pass over myself and relations,
                       In awe of all I am seeing.
 
 
My body sits frozen, dormant in time,
        My spirit wanders free and roams,
                 My aura seeks peace and tranquillity of mind,
                           I pass over my troubles in drones.
 
 
                                                     I am adrift to an astral plateau,
                                                   Elevated beyond the stars,
                                 I seek celestial abode and flow,
                        In a hope to find out who we are.
 
 
Until that day I descend once more,
      My heart beat regains its rhythm,
              The unattainable is out of reach no more,
                       Faith and belief in theorem

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Carey Milton

You've done it again my friend. Big 5 stars from me!
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