I'm teary-eyed upon waking to the realization that I'm still here.
The dreams of home felt so real. What am I doing here? Can this end already?
Light-emanating plant life and rainbow-pearlescent white skies illuminated by a gentle pink glow feels so much nicer.
The liminal spaces are conscious and exude love, giving the feeling of energetic embraces in acceptance and compassion.
My fellow beings know nothing of separation there. The love is all-encompassing, and can only be known by experiencing its absence.
Maybe thats why I'm here.
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Travis
A curious self-inquirer and spiritual seeker; my writing is usually inspired and channelled through meditation and encompasses the deeper nature of our existence.
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