Shelter

These walls are not just walls Nor are these chairs Nor is this artistic breath of air that fills Thy every artistic corner Thou are not just an ordinary space Sprayed with golden sunlight Then curtained ‘Neath a star-lit night Coffee-scented... Emotionally charged... Books... Designed with perfection itself Lanz enchants Melodies... The breeze sways away with Consciousness in an eternal waltz Words… words … words That slowly ebb like moon-shifting tides Green..orange...scarlet red Colors that fuse like these feelings And paint themselves on these walls Everything is so energetically infused... Enunciate not...Feel not these restraints Hear not these fallacies The outer world is filled with boundaries Yet here there are none Forget all that lies beyond this point Of no space and no time For here all you do is Float…Chant…Invoke… For this body is but a layer of flesh and bone These glasses are but illusioned spectacles Look not through them... See not these grandiose illusions....Float. For you are here.