Sometimes I find myself
too scared to get out of bed
Scared of what the world might bring.
You are safe no matter what.
But in the mornings just after dreaming,
before waking
one foot softly placed on the doormat of the living
the other soul planted in the cosmic stew of oneness
It's a hard call to make.
Phenomenal world-
you supply me with so much, all the time
eternity, infinity,
but sometimes
I need just a little bit more
from all of you.
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