Splintered Sunlight

Step into splintered sunlight broken beams flash across bare, silhouetted flesh. Above Father-Sun forever scintillates, a deep and ancient ember, giving ceaselessly to all wanting nothing in return. The trees, they dance in verdant splendor, leaning lazily, they sigh with utter contentment. Their leaves, a chorus of flapping green, each one moving to its own rhythm, closely listening to the wind sing. White stars illuminate my eyes and echo through my soul. Vibrations shudder down my spine, utterly with rapture so cosmic and cyclopean, spinning through the wheel-vortex of my open amethyst crown. And with sweet natural bliss, at last, under holy bodhi tree of life -- copper-domed and ancient, grown hoary and sere through countless millennia -- my buddha-mind will yet arise, through the heavens, past the skies, and slowly gaze with wisdom eyes upon the all-expansive Whole. This worldly plane is just a school, a dream where all is mind. Be present, aware, and most of all, compassionate and kind. For everything in this world is one, the Universe is inside us. If pure of heart, we seek our truth, the Universe shall guide us