Spiritual awakening is inevitable
The people will wake up
And reclaim their power
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There's magic in the dreams of the unconscious
I find myself there at night
Swimming among bright waters
I go downward
Sinking deep into the ocean
Feeling the kelp play against my body
I take a deep breath
Swimming deeper
Until the blackness covers me
Deep enough
That I feel the rock that juts out of the ground
If I follow it deeper, running my hands along the history of the old Earth
I could find myself going so deep
Eyes adjusting to black
Finding the world of darkness to be filled of brilliant color
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
