The Other Side: Evening Flows…

“Hello! Who’s home?”
“I am home.
Hold on a minute;
While I crawl out of my shell!”

(Slouching here bemoaning my current state.
How often I crash into the well?
Whilst driving on the road carved out for me,
Out of hell.)

Then without warning,
The Spirit snatches me out of my shell already
He threw me on his broad back
And we left all behind

I don’t know which I enjoy better –
The ride with Him,
Or Him on the ride;
And we sail across to the other side,

Where the unseen can be touched;
The unheard beats loudly;
Where even the Illuminated One can’t stand;
Where reality as we know it is buried.

Welcome, living immortality.

Been waiting…

Even the most absurd thoughts can't ruffle this Enchanted Writer. Spill, please...

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