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Circle of Rest

I sat once more with all my friends,
a circle gathered there.
They looked to me, to cross the veil,
as I sat in my chair.

A trance like state, in ‘ethereal sleep’,
on astral plains somewhere,
absorbed by universal power
where thoughts flow free as air.

At last I stirred and uttered sound,
was that a muffled roar?
Alas I’d done it once again,
the roar was just my snore!

Ivor G Davies

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