Nirvana
I hover above myself
mentally pacing the dark
in pursuit of the absurd
while day turns to golden haze
Swallows flit like darting flames
flowers a scatter of paint
pond waters mirror the sky
tinted in rainbow colors
I will the wind to be still
a frisson of awareness
obliterates fretfulness
death and life just whimsical
Is such bliss mere shattered silk
or am I in Nirvana.
@jjote 0905/2015
Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2015
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