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In Between, In Limbo

I sense the grass, a soft musk of tree bark , the scornful dirt of mud

I’m wide awake yet half asleep, in limbo so it would seem

I hear crickets and bullfrogs in unison like a choir singing in the distance

Some voices seem to call me, yet I know not from where

I see nothing, no light whatsoever

My feet touches the ground; soft, grassy and I smell the ocean

I hear the rain coming, its earthly odor coming with it

I hear the droplets and feel the ripples

Still somewhere in the distance, I hear someone call

I walk, no perhaps I float, into the depths

to somewhere I have no idea where

I see!

I see people for a moment and then they’re gone

Everything is a blur, the sounds muffled ; unable to hear clearly

I sense calmness, peace, relaxation

No fear or anger, no negativity

At peace, I am

at peace

Something pulls me back, pulls me in

I hear the rumbling thunder as if searching for me

For some strange reason, I feel the need to look back, to stop

The air is cool, my skin seems tight

Then……

I see a face, unfamiliar

The man then sighs and yells,

“It’s a miracle!”

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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