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For Life Smells Nice WOW

For Life Smells Nice WOW

In me is all things and all things are in me
The essence of myself a cosmic eternal whirling
Fountain of divine music
Like a tree growing from life's beginning to life's end
Every element every thing changing and evolving myself in myself
Every person other every voice uttered reacting bringing forth latent as yet silent birds of being.
Glorious birds in words
Flying forth towards distant heavens
A beautiful dazzling white breeze of swift angelic ideas boundless fetterless evolving on the wing of time and space
A cosmic interchange of vibrational opposites
Each reacting on the other forever changing one another with glances with word vibration
Dormant areas activated new eyes that see new climes all in the same sunrise 
Aeons of time ages of man condensed into one dream one perceived experience
A strange endless journey 
My God it's just me and my own idea
All just blooming lotus flowers unfolding threw dimensions retaining impressions and giving off aromas that make life smell nice
WOW

A poem about self discovery
By the eternal spark named
Liam Herdman

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