Inside

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This is how I see my soul tonight. This is how I see what is inside my round ball, the world in which I live, which I look out onto as though I were in the centre floating through it and around me is the capsule, filling up with all the natural world...

Mostly there are trees, tall and lush green tress,
very dense, very dense indeed. There is a shimmer of light
that shines through all, causing streaks along the wood-chipped path
And there are mountain bike trails and obstacles courses
- really just logs and man-made hills
And nearby, somewhere down low, is a clear spring stream
that runs for miles and miles and miles
and eventually flows into an ever-increasing river
that eventually shows up rapids of foaming froth
that inevitably lands in a large and powerful waterfall,
which cascades down and cools everything down,
its mist rising from the depth to which it has plunged
and then, there are the rocks on which to climb
and lie and sleep and rest
and soak up the warm sun
just the heat of the flat rocks
on your bare skin
and you think, "This is wonderful"
And indeed it is.
And then you wake up to a hot cup of coffee
someone just handed you
and you look up gratefully
at the eyes of a dear and beloved friend
and thank God for this moment of perfect harmony
and look forward to the campfire ahead
for your friends are gathered just behind you
in their tents
and have prepared a nice dinner
and a campfire around which to sing
and you look at the stars from the comfort of a chair
and worship and sing
and listen to the sounds of guitar strings
and rustling of innocent night creatures and insects
You head off to bed,
and what better place to be than in a cozy warm bed
so close to the ground and the skies
What better place to be
than right here?
Inside.

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