Transcendentalism
The sky, a painted ceiling which rolls unfettered
timeless as the stars but with a dusky transparency
that draws our eyes to heaven with a yearning:
to get a glimpse of the divine, to get a glimpse of home.
I dream of the day when the soul inside the husk
may soar unchained through the suns, and nebulae, and cosmic debris
to meditate amongst the stars
and comprehend the universe within the we.













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Inside this box is magic
i love it
so, do you believe all people are connected? what about heaven, religion? previouse lives, reincarnation? you interest me (hopes that doesn't sound creepy) feel free to note me if you want to talk
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"imitation is suicide" ~Emerson
do you read the news? do you breathe in the lies?
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I like it.
~ Josh
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Huh?
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Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home Ill never see
~ Josh
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