Slowly I brush
my pencil across
the nap of the paper.
The sphere takes shape
as I shade its form
to reflect its contours
of light and shadows.
It is an exercise that
allows my mind to shift
into the Force, into the
womb of serenity. What
is this state of being
where all external
fades away? My essence
is revealed in its purity
free of the shackles of its
temporary earthly experience.
I move in spirals, ever closer
to the Light
past the stars
further than forever.
My being expands,
covering all that is
integrating with the Divine
until I exist only
in the mind of God.
