At Last,
by J. W. Cassandra
Well, I achieved at last the aim,
I’d done everything
for freedom;
I’ve let go of my grip
all the treasure-illusion:
the glebe of mud keeps whirling
from my fingers
down;
the illusion-me keeps falling
down…
evanescent charm’s
scent evanesces
and, I am what I am in
my dreams:
the Pure Light pervades,
embraces me,
It
emanates forth from me
and I emanate forth from
It…
01/07. 2019.,
by J. W. Cassandra
