A Journey

Mystery
Not for the first time
I sense something more
It tugs at the corner of mist wrapped mind
or maybe deeper than that
somehow tugging at
a corner of my mind
that is connected to the universe.

A mystery
that is dark, 
yet burns bright
causes fear yet seems wrapped 
in the deepest love imagined

A journey
that leaves me naked
but wraps me in a wonderful light

it opens, calls

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