Homecoming

Splash

Homecoming

Aquamarine, to fields so green, 
you've arrived, finally.

Can you smell it?
Sit up, open the oculus for the oracles to stir you
into the realm of beauty sublime.

There... do you hear it?
The whistling invisibility proves
it's all around you always,
It was always eternal.
You forgot, but remembered
now.

Then, do you see it?
The trinity of eyes opened again 
on our subliminal plane,
everything is smiling at you.
Now.

Can you taste it?
So close, you can taste it.
Every thought held aloft forever,
completed it's journey through the proverbial river here,
enveloping you in love.

And in that embrace,

Can you feel it?

Welcome home.



- Originally written circa 2019

- Garrett


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