Flying hign on the the breast of creation

Flying high on the breast of creation

I make for the divine

looking back, I see I’m already there

comforted have I become in the blackness of life

an endless soothing greets me always

and a warm embrace I learn

a great stillness envolopes me

a calming flush!

here I make my abode, in the night of life

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