Her soul floats slowly
Towards the light
On the road of last release.
She lingers between day and night,
Journeying where pain will cease.
Through the tranquil tunnel’s walk,
Benevolent spirits
Whisper,
Talk,
Sweet welcomes
To their Heaven’s flock.
Oneness
With no time,
Or clocks,
And suffering
Turns to
Peace.
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Saturday morning and I’m home alone not feeling like doing much of anything. I just poured my first cup of coffee, the wake-me-up cup, when I look out the window and see a naked woman in my backyard. That surprises me since I’ve never seen a naked woman in my backyard before. Three thoughts enter my mind —
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Wow that's a beautiful way to look at it. A road to peace. Excellent poem.