You must be born again… John 3:3
Everything’s the same until it’s not. JH
You will know it when you feel it.
The missed beat in the line of time.
An unconscious moment of perception,
of expanded, exploding consciousness
when newly awakened awareness erupts
unmistakeable as a volcano;
unbidden, when the usual self leaps,
turning, twirling 180 degrees
and returns, refreshed and clear.
When life spins like a carousel
and you become an altered someone.
You dance differently syncopated,
embark on a disparate journey
following a born again trip ticket
leading you into the unknown.
An unpredicted solar flare
burning incandescently bright,
incinerating every previous night.
A singular day, rebirth and renewal,
somehow changed, leading you away,
new eyes to see, new voice to say.
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