Under Brighter Skies Poem by Ayni Poet

Flocks of birds rise above the turbulent seas,
Making the Earth look small and unimportant,
Just as these chains we tend to wear,
Which drop and die when we awaken.

There are no broken parts in infinity,
Neither distinctive traits nor patterns,
Those belong to the dream of separation,
Which the ego reiterates.

Waves reconcile their anger and force,
Which the rays of the Sun stroking their depths,
Making tears blend with beautiful smiles,
And the horizon opening to the Beyond.