State Of Soul
The sky is blue while cleared from clouds
My thoughts are flying without any sounds
Wondering where I could land on this land
Spreading my wings without endangerment
Diving from the highest clouds straight down
To the places where deepest loves will drown
Waiting to be picked up from this cold water
Decisively floating around till the slaughter
Hidden from the black skies in the utter night
It will be there when we are in the day light
Purest emotions are the treasures we behold
That most expensive treasure can not be told
The beauty of the sky can only be experienced
By your eyes down with your head inexperienced
With an open mind more open than you imagine
From then you are able to realize you are in
In the state of soul of complete transcendence
Taking your way to the true divine ascendence
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P. Heemstra
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