ascend
lifted
like incense smoke rising
slowly
lazing on the breeze
becoming infinite as it fades
integrating its essence with the air
the air that is all there is
the air that is as abundant as love
floating
into
Popularity: 3% [?]
By Tinu • February 21, 2008
lifted
like incense smoke rising
slowly
lazing on the breeze
becoming infinite as it fades
integrating its essence with the air
the air that is all there is
the air that is as abundant as love
floating
into
Popularity: 3% [?]
Categories: poetry
Tags: feeling like you're floating, meditation
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