"I Am..." Series

The second poem of five.

2. I Am That

A vision of a forest

Giant and pristine

Its colors are more vivid

A woodland of quiet rest

A peak off in the distance

Laced about with clouds

Lush with grass and Daisies

A place of no resistance

A gently path leading there

Soft meandering

Like a days long vestibule

A way that's not meant to share

A canopy of multi-green

Makes light-hearted shade

Always where one needs to be

A new rhyme and a new scene

A joyfulness awaits there

Those who tread the path

Entrance to the Cathedral

A detachment from our care

A pathless way up the peak

Frolicking really

The Sun and Moon on the Hill

A chance to no longer seek

Reclining now at the top

Cushioned by the grass

Laced about with brilliant clouds

Its Bliss that will never stop

All the Daisies whisper about

Words not meant for ears

Apprehended by I-Self

Abandon self and all doubt

Whether the Sun within

Or the Moon out there

Both of them The Absolute

Only One there has ever been