The Realm

How did I get to where I am

Only thru the senescence of life am I

My spirits instantaneous apprehension knows

Sensing nothing earthly at this time, I lay down,

shadowed by flora, contained by earth

Aura's obstructed by man-made, satin and teak,

what do they mean

Slowly rising, I sense light, aromas, and movement

Invalid dogmas in retrospect, passing obliquely

Obfuscating life, as it was

More light, I run before the wind

This is future

I'm free