The Glimpse

It’s a shift of sorts,

after a resigned decision to listen.

Then an almost audible pop

as all cells seem to align themselves

zeroed in and poised.

Ancient primal knowledge seeps in

filling every crevice

with its whispering roar,

lighting up the darkest corner of the soul

with holy, eternal knowing

that all is well, and always will be.  

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