“At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling”

from North American Image Cycle in The Shape of the Journey


Let me tell you a secret

of a peace  that is little known

It swells with euphoria

                               filling your soul

It buoys your spirit

                                making you whole

It levitates your body

                                while you’re sleeping

So much so…you wake up

        with  forehead  pressed to ceiling

The magic is in the finding and keeping

of this peace that passes

                               all human understanding

©Vivian Zems

Day 27 of 28 Days of Unreason