Soaring

  • Posted by: JG Collins
  • Created: November 9, 2016
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Once again my mind takes flight. Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be.
Different story lines as far
as any mind's eye can see. Dizzying vistas unfathomable to me, fit for only the creator to see.
Different stories of me float by.
Retreating back to whence I came. Back, nauseous from the flight so unsettling the experience be. 
Realizing though how finite our vision with the limited vista that we can see.
Carefully should we truly be with the "truths" as fact expounded in our limited finite reality.

Soaring

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