The smooth stones
Are soothing
Washed by so many waves
In so many star-tides
Of dreams
The wild rose brushed
By the sun
With reddened lips of beauty
The atom swirls
Of the trees and fields
The eternal now
Echoing of itself
In the grasses and the crystal-stars
That are the lilies
Of the star-fields in the cosmic heavens
Aflame in the heart of everything
The light within
That is the light of all
Consciousness that knows heaven now
With the ecstasy that is the white fire of the stars
AsIDream 