“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
June 27, 2018 at 3:11 pm
You did it again!!! (applauding) ❤
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June 28, 2018 at 10:35 am
(Bowing!) Thank you 😊
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June 27, 2018 at 3:39 pm
“you wake up / with forehead pressed to ceiling” — yep, that’s how I feel sometimes!
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June 28, 2018 at 10:35 am
Lol!
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June 27, 2018 at 4:20 pm
love how you pieced this together Vivian – and thanks for the reminder as to where to find peace
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June 28, 2018 at 10:35 am
My pleasure! Thank you 😊
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June 27, 2018 at 8:18 pm
Lovely write Vivian.
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June 27, 2018 at 10:58 pm
😊
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June 28, 2018 at 2:35 pm
Wow! Great poetry! I bump my head, but usually on my notebook when i nod off while writing. ☺
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June 30, 2018 at 11:55 am
Lol!
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