Poem: Pristine Shades of Being

Pristine Shades Of Being

 

You think you are groggy
With notions of bodily form

The world has always been
A magic show
Made of sand
In a wind storm
Made of wood
In a blaze

 

How can you awaken
To what has always been?
You who sport with
Sleeping and waking
Pristine shades of being

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