unvarnished advance

Looking down. With him approaching, I sensed
Peppermint trails and silent promises.
To learn that birth was not when life commenced,
Staring at the presence of star wishes.
Lines on our hands made one constellation.
Outside observation. Inside dreaming.
Upon first site – forming one creation.
My world returns to whispers, not screaming.
Touching a soul with no physical reach;
Embracing a moment of how to see.
All valuable lessons no one can teach.
I blinked my eyes coming back into me;
Awareness beyond ideas of believe.

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