my stairway to heaven
has a fragrance descending.
I am the body weight of inhale
and the decipher of up-flight wings.
I am that flight,
beyond motion as this story's teller.
all of the tonnage of understanding
is made of granules of lightheartedness.
in the sky of vastness,
no conclusions are ever made.
I sing in the stairwells of self,
this ever ascendency song,
until the lightness of my being
demystifies the need for space.
and oneness ends my needs
for any sense of direction . . .
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