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                                                                             dreams."

"Oh, please, you are beyond your imagined

Someone says, "Dreams like this are built with no fences

                                            to allow room for what really happens--"

I breathe in this moment I never knew existed

hold

breathe out.  True.

I exist in a space

                                never discovered

                                                                  never existing never lived in

                                                                            before                           ever.

Prism of Colors

A prism of colors in the tunnel of sunlight

as seen in present moment fun

brings a smile to my rose oiled lips. True.

I put the essence of rose hips on my lips

this morning--first thing and I smile

this is good, this moment sitting full in a pyamid of light--

Sun light mathematically tunneled into the living room

where I lounge on lovely wicker and green cream color now illuminated

in sun yellow white--this is exactly fun ... and

the sunlight is outside, too

filtering through the oak's leaves

I open my breath to the outside air

fresh and cool, Ozark April air--how lucky am I?