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A White Sandy Plain

1970's




I looked across the vast
White sandy plain before me...
And behind me...
I stood motionless for a long time...
Taking in the immensity of the world.
It was only there that I felt it...
Felt how small I really was.
But it was a joy to me...
To be on such a beautiful...
White-washed plain...
Feeling like a desert nomad
Who had happened upon a Greek temple.

I took a few steps and felt a rush...
Being in and part of the nothingness...
Seeing far... the same as seeing close...
And all else was a blurr...
And sometimes a moving blurr.

How was it I had found this place?
Wandering as I had...
Braving the world as I had.
I was embraced in white...
In this beautiful nothingness...
In this joy... this freedom.

I had become the small spider
On the white ceiling over my head.
What must it really be like...
To be... just a spider?




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