Green cushions.

On the green cushions that are embedded with beautiful aromas from magnificent clothed flowers,

a new life from a dust colored cocoon flaps its new wings covered with small little magnificent yellow spots. 

Sitting and watching these unravelings unravel, 

I say to myself, "Creation couldn't have been created in vain". 

Though we're ephemeral guests on this magnificent splendor, 

every second on it enriches the guest who merges themselves in its unknown, undying ether.

It enriches a non-dual reality

a compassion encompassing all its companions. 

Starry starry sky, 

Place the soles of our feet in milk and honey

Anoint our heads with wisdom and spare our scalps from the scourging rays of agony. 

But I wonder

after a cessation of lies and compromises 

to whom do our petitions fall on?

Is it a grandiose authoritative figure sitting on a throne lurking amongst the seven firmaments of heaven above us

or a mystery whom no one sees?

So many questions placed on the plexus plucking out peace from the tree of life

so many gaps left void

so many stones left unturned. 

And I wonder if you know what it means to live in a dream, a perpetual reality

I wonder if you know what it means to have your dreams come true

I simply wonder till I start wandering off to conjured fantasies. 

Stop that train

I'm leaving. 

"To where", a tender voice inquires.

 

In the place where I know best, 

the place where I don't have to worry

in the palms of peace holding green cushions 

in the place where the moonlight comes out to say goodnight.