DUST SURF IN COSMIC STREAM

DUST SURF IN COSMIC STREAM

Married for decades,
secretly wishing escape,
melodies nightingales sing,
listen and fly on their wings.
Locked in wedlock,
secured to a rock,
until release from own cage,
birthing to another age.
Love, hold my hand,
fly together to a pure land,
the promised land in my dream,
we are dust, surf in cosmic stream.
No apple, no words, no serpent nor angels,
only uncreated particles, no good or evil.

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