Eternal Bliss Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

On a still DAY there is
Omnipotent clarity.
A flock of birds in the
Far distance
I probe inside their minds
Beckoning them, carry me.

On this still DAY NOTHING moves
Except the sun and the sea
And whatever I will, it will be
Somewhere on another plateau
A bell is ringing. I will it to
Cease. A canary is singing.
I will it to be.

Flowers are blooming at the exact
Time I inhale a fresh bouquet.
Everything replenished.
Nothing expires.
This still DAY will last and LAST,
UNTIL everything comes to pass.

A TRANQUILITY forever.
Eons have elapsed and this still
Day is still
And has not faded.
Everything OF it is tangible, as
I will it.

The still air
The bird songs
The fragrant bouquet
The awe of it all

As I will it.
It begins.
And nature is purely,
Pleasantly pleased
HERE IS BLISS SURROUNDING.