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The Leap

July 24, 2006 07:07 PM EDT

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I feel lost I feel caught 'tween
this life and some other
Too fuzzy can't focus
on you right now lover

I'm right here but I'm not
only here I'm out there too
Stop talking hush baby
I don't want to HEAR YOU

Hear you
I see you
But I'm out of place
I want to cross over
Get out of my face

Now I'm running away from you
you're close behind
Maybe if I run faster this all will rewind

OH How did I get here I don't really know
Seem caught in some stream of perpetual flow
Like running slow motion as one in a dream
being chased by disaster
unable to scream

I feel other's fingers invading my skull
massaging the dopamine
time drags to crawl

inside me I'm outwardly dying within
I'm freeing myself to jump out of my skin
don't ask anything of me
just walk away
pretend that you love me and leave me to play

The myths of my childhood shed crumbling facades
so clearly revealing it's we who are gods

Such clarity brilliantly lights all I know
Enlighten me cellularly spiritual glow
Renewed in clean vision I wish to remain
Tho I'll just catch glimpses with this mortal brain

I'm moving beyond this illusion you see
Meld into the one and the one into me
As colors move through to encompass
and shroud
Don't bother to look or call for me out loud
for I don't exist and no longer I care
You may see my body, but I'm not in there

I don't exist anymore, Ha! Don't you see?
It's all behind now and the soul is set free
Yeah
it's all behind now and the soul is set free
Look to the heavens if you want to see
It's all behind now and the soul is set free

Tags: fantasy, one, crossing over, family, cat givens, religion, life, spirit, poetry, mind, spirituality, dying, other realm, soul, prayer, god, gods, death, body

To Groups: The Family Diner, Understanding and Accepting Mental Illness, Poetically Incorrect, homemade music, Illusions, Our Soul Journey

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Mandi -Watch where the chalk-white arrows go. To the place where the sidewalk ends. S.S. Jul 24, 2006, 8:38pm EDT

wow.. that's telling him!

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Carol Roach Jul 24, 2006, 11:45pm EDT

wow very powerful, I hope you do feel set free now.

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Clare Stella Jul 25, 2006, 2:35am EDT

Written to be a great song.

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Jul 25, 2006, 4:56am EDT

Cat, you've hit here on a great spiritual truth. This should be set to music!

Magi

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Doug G. Jul 25, 2006, 7:26am EDT

The fuzzy focus of ego to drift into the mult-splendored spiritual light, a wholeness without noise, better music. Making the myth of childhood a reality to join with the gods to the abstract God as an All of communication as a pleasure of being

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