The Real Heaven

A paradise of perpetual peace... there's no struggle, there's no sleaze, there's no murky sky to spread malice. glaciers and rivers of honey embellish. crystal chandeliers, all sparkling upon effulgent stars shining aeon after aeon the beacon of light, when we are gone beyond the clouds, a Shangri-La dawn. Enchanting heavens, glories of mirage Are they Hotels where luxuries collage? The real heaven is not virtue or sin not swan songs on a serenade violin It's only pure love buried deep within spinning daily lives inspite of it's din. caring for each other with words kind hatred and violence, don't make us blind heaven or hell, it's all only in the mind a mosaic, of light and shade combined. So how far is the heaven do you think? The kingdom of God? Is it a hoodwink?