my thoughts, my dreams, my reality
Love reverberates my soul
pressing upon my heart to let it break free
to shine in this world of doubt, heedlessness and misery;
wherein life seems to have little meaning
and death has become an exalted enterprise and
entertainment
Let me soar above these shackles of continuous contagion
and mindless conformities to traditions
and doctrines of men . . .
that I might see again . . . divine light . . .
shining through the corridors of heaven,
engulfing and radiating my entire being
like a shooting star
catapulted across the black abyss
in search of its one true love
and divine destiny
For heaven has freed my soul,
my thoughts, my dreams and my reality
to the world that lives within and without,
that I may ascend into the beauty
and bounty of love's internal presence.
Norman Braxton II
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