I am magically drawn,
to take to a presence
behind but within
the somewhat muted atmosphere
of a meaningfuls' latent occupancy.
not that definite is but a blur.
but there is a presence of depth,
a dimension of being made aware,
beyond normal sensory range.
a mirror calling,
but no reflection gained.
what of magical proposed?
an intoxicant,
beyond one's ability to gather.
a sense of being,
having no other references to life,
but to be immersed within
that which blossoms forth.
it exudes from beyond being's stance.
a sense of vibrational fragrance,
blooming from the heart.
no reason given,
as if a season
of one's inner self's year.
just a sense of spacial levity,
a dimensional occupancy,
too magical to deny.
a spirit enterprise coming through.
not beckoned but honored to receive.
as if an ascendency from within,
yet only as an inner presence
to feel so expansive dignified.
an enormity?
a blessedness visiting?
a revelation of soul,
beyond the posturing of self-contained?
this is not a knowledge coming forth,
but a generative of being,
giving me a deeper sense of life.
there is no return.
this is not a wardrobe of awareness offered.
this is emanative from within.
a being of me, awakening.
rays of warmth to share.
emotion having new appendages
of empathy and embrace.
it is a happening,
more than eventful in its passing.
a witness coming through
that casts from a deeper well
than self would ever come to know.
I, in my smallness,
bare witness as well as carriage,
embrace from eternal as offered.
gaze becomes more than recognition.
oneness beckons
from more deeply within,
than I, as separate, can claim.
feel confirms from within.
where a oneness
in now an ever-bloom . . .
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