What might it be like…

What might it be like…

Cottonwood Hands

What might it be like
to sacrifice the smallness and sureties
of this separate self identity
upon  the altar of Mystery
and bow in wonder and amazement
gazing upon the grandeur of the universe
from which I arise and
I am

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