Mind matter slipping beyond the edge of earth boundary,
Far from home, abandoned by body,
I wander through layered fauna, delicate twirls of fern,
wrapped round a memory yet to be heard.
It whispers of peace; the canopy of leaf above me echoes this whisper in waves.
It says with firmness: 'there is a day when peace will reign'; in affirmation the wind falls still.
Filtered sun rays, in spun-gold filaments spiraling outward, promise:
'no one shall be forsaken.'
I rest assured in unmanifest memory. | 
Music of the Spheres
~ Shelia S. Massey ~
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