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Riding on celestial waves

drifting in and out of nebula’s,

like a we are hallucinogenic and crazed.

Racing through cosmic storms

and chasing shooting stars,

being towed by comets,

taking us to galaxies near and far.

Tripping into quasars,

building up our energy fields,

riding along on crystal sheets,

on far away distant satellite moons.

This what it is to be spirit

this is what it is to be energy eternal

this is our true state of being

when not living this life infernal.