I sink in a tube filled with purple petals of iris,
Flowers of gratitude surround me like reviving kisses,
They're the core and the skin of a subtle body,
A mellow emanation of an unknown steam.
Intoxicating fragrance of fresh life,
Invades the universes of my Being
Drunk in a world of One, not two or more,
I see that flow happens, it comes to you
There is no doer or something done,
Only a movement of the consciousness divine.
I bend over the edge of solidity,
I find that everything I witness dissolves into the magic air within
Not needing to grasp, not needing to walk or talk,
Forever resting in no-time, no-space,
In an encompassing, precious truth.
I lay on the root of a brotherly oak
In sweet hypnosis I dive,
My body is limb and peaceful
And in suspension is the mind.
The silence merges with a bluish breath
I relax completely on the loving leaves,
In the water's slow quivers
There is a weightless feeling floating,
And I become anew
Present in now,
Absent in time,
Expanding and contracting,
An iris collapsing in its own garden,
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful, garden, mystical, relaxing, spiritual, timeless
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