Waking again from a long wakeful slumber.
Giving heed to the minor clamor of rumbling thunder.
Emotions rumbling their distant rumble,
Heart’s passion flows.
Life rages with an ease and flow hither to unknown.
Slowly and softly I collapse with well worn thoughts,
Of where I go and where it is that I am at.
In soft scented repose I gander to gauge my thoughts.
Oh how they flow towards a light which grows and grows.

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