A Portable Paradise.

Slice me up and witness the vast landscapes within

Undoubtedly,

the same sheets of land are found within us all

Some wage wars inside their lands

loss, grief, anguish, pain and agony fill their airspace

battlefields curated by thought and attachment.

Others carry deserts within

dry and lifeless as they get by

they wonder where their sustenance will have its inception

they wail for drops of sustenance 

but the dark clouds subsumed with layers of lightning accompanied with roaring thunder casts terror in their whole being.

Among those who walk with deserts and battlefields within them resides feathery beings whose feet leave no footprint

Within their lands, 

rivers flow endlessly and fruits reside above and beneath

a portable paradise.