Soul Food

I am so happy sometimes
My insides
Soar in rapture
And I stretch and reach
And touch the walls
And ceiling
Till this place
I fill
Becomes too small
To keep me insqueezed.

Then I long to rush beyond it
In a rapid
Expansion of everlasting
Reach and grin, width of expressive
Soul encompassing
All life 
And all things - that is
My true size.

I would be miles
Wide and miles high
Looking down and
Looking in
To torch all roads
To touch and thread
All breath.  I would
Let the world find
Itself 
An eternal good; 
I would be God with my
Soul food.

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