Fantasy

My mind is opened swiftly. To a scene so serenely An age-old tree so fancy Stands as though rootlessly free. The cosmic soul permeates With peace, the province pulsates. Fullness, like streams, is flowing. The divine grace is glowing. The brightness of consciousness Dispels the inner darkness Each creature, like a white cloud Seems to roam, wisdom endowed The zeitgeist is spirit-filled. Heart-mind fancies are fulfilled. I love to dwell herein long. With my existential song...