Ocean of Light

 

Never could I have dreamt
of the Beauty
of floating in an
Ocean of Light
enveloping gently
all that I am

But
where it starts or ends
is not skin
or centre of sight
which lends itself
to the perception
but merely is
a contraption for
the centreless centre
the stuffless stuff

The One Light
that gives itself
to all
to see itself
and laugh

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