"My soul is speaking in terms, a new reflection of the vocal calling,
life has become poetry….
There are no answers to the why questions,
spiral steps interpret my dreams as I lie in bed,
the ongoing fled, I fear not ,
for suffering is just a term of subjective experience wich pinpoint my individuality…
walk closer so I can expand,
gentle wings grow out of my back as the spine bends to my divine will,
hand In hand I see not a fairyland,
yeat another demention of something even greater then little people with glitter and glow
reveals itself and it…knocks on my door…
I ponder I look I doubt and squirm what if, is it, can it be,
it is to good to be real…
Oh my tender mind chaotic chains do not desturb my new game…
it is a choise
I choose to look into the depths of all
,the awe of me…
where I truly run wild and free"
-Karen Maximus

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