Serene Wrap

serene scenery

transfer trickles

the peace

into me

like a healthy IV

the sound’s ripples

carry me

inward, deep

to a place

i knew not

but believed in

an oasis

where a soul

self-refreshes

and i move

in slow motion

to not disrupt

the dream state

colors so muted and blended

the water and sky

appear the same

i reach out to touch

the apparition

but my fingers

feel the wet paint

not yet set

for i am in the center

of the process

one with the

medium in the moment

the water and sky

colors me

around me

benevolently wraps

until i am one

undetected

blended

liquefied

into the canvas

unsure if i

want to go

back

Rotations

Busyness buzzes about,

time whizzes by,

but only on

the outside,

for in me,

a peace counters,

hushing the frenzy,

now that my mind

is sounder.

The slow counter rotation

pushes back against the

second hands of time,

and I hover

above the current,

free from the waves

knocking me over.

I am not weightless.

My mind is full

but not of worries;

the colors of dreams

pour out about me,

and I surf on them

into the fluid horizon,

as Earth patiently waits

for me to return,

so it can continue

its rotation,

imperceptibe

in the daily commotion.

This Sunrise

In this early dawn,

I let the stillness be,

observe the lightening of dark

transforming gradually,

so subtly,

yet the colors awakening

are so softly profound,

the beauty

almost too much to behold

with the eye,

so the heart

and soul

absorb the excess,

the spilling over,

and preserve it

as a natural resource

to guide the self

back to self

and that stillness

whenever life seems too

chaotic,

and I realize,

I am

this sunrise.

This morning’s sunrise from my front yard.

Placidity

Dragonfly’s silhouette

against the boundaryless blue

entrances me with mysticism,

and I still myself for a clue.

The secrets of the universe

he holds in all-seeing eyes,

billions of years of mysteries

flicker in wings that span time.

The evanescent moments in his presence

pass through me and leave

a mythological map

of the surreptitious path

to placidity.

Tree of White

My personality is a thousand bright, vibrant colors,

yet I am drawn to the white,

such petal purity quiets me,

embodies the beauty of life,

of souls,

condensed into a power source so soft,

it entrances me so that I may hear

the universe’s secrets and angel song,

and when the sun so celestially infuses it,

all doubt-shadows disperse, leaving me with

only the goodness, the best of all of this,

especially the mysteries and yet-to-comes,

and at the core of it,

pure love.

Spare me the colorful cut flowers; 
take me to a tree of white 
and let me stay for hours...