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.
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