oneness
the unbound.
Grateful to see
thoughts
like flitting birds
without their usual
stamp of authority and
reality.
Grateful to know
don’t need a bird-cage
to trap and keep them
make them real.
Grateful to see
thoughts milling in
universal consciousness
as dust motes in sunlight
dancing in the unbound.
Grateful to know
don’t need a bird-cage.
© 5 Jan 18
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