Val Brooklyn Rogers
Eternal Bliss - Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers
On a still DAY there is
A flock of birds in the
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.
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.
And nature is purely,
HERE IS BLISS SURROUNDING.
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