One Poem by Nicholas Peter
One
Eastern scents,
of incense and ginger,
stain the air,
giving me the breath of serenity.
A tranquility,
of enlightenment,
engulfs the outer realms of my mind,
I sit soundly in lotus position.
To paint the scene,
would be to paint Heaven,
on the Earth,
and see that God is in the self.
No man shall die,
should he find peace,
amongst his many selves,
and bring them into one.
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