Just Plain Foolish

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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Some days

You find yourself falling into the open arms of the universe,
Frightened to be falling, delirious at the height, the speed,
The fresh air, piercing like a thousand icicles.
Trust in that loving embrace to hold you
Even as the universe falls with you.

Labels: mysticism, poetry

posted by Plain Foolish | 6:14 PM

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