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Levitate

Levitate

Laying in my bed the walls collapsed and the ceiling rose
I pushed with love and floated
I was off the bed
Spinning past the heaviness of your mortality
I rose with delight
with all my love

Winged creature I am
Flying in bliss
Teacher that I am
called to assist

Let's move like a rocket through all this tired thinking
rejection of the Divine
Unable to recognize the free winged creature I am/you are
Use love to propel you not your fear

Let love rise you above your bed
Don't lay there in obligatory embrace
Enduring it by further numbing yourself.

Fly!

Levitate!

3/11/88

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