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Written for a Fine Arts class in 2011. Still on the back of the mask it accompanied. |
| I glide through the Gates of Existence as a butterfly floats among flowers - ever reveling in being alive. From a succession of sessions, I find Myself drifting as smoke across dreamscapes seemingly more real than reality. Ahead, I see a goddess hovering above a hill ethereal glowing - green and gold; approaching, I find the goddess is Me. We soar together across the Planes of Being this new triad - Me, Myself, and I - and upon awakening, I discover I am complete. |