The winds whisper through the trees
Winding in and out
Of green, fragrant boughs
As rifts of sunlight break through the leaves
Upon fields of color
Againt bluest skies
Where processions of flowers
And butterflies drift
In transient glory
Without beginning or end
And a heart that listens,
Receives its own gift
In the shadow of absence
That calls to itself
Until life is ecstatic and lucid at once
Discovering the deepest reach
Of its being
Where every river and tree is a mirror
For within each atom
Is the light of the Self
In exuberant union with all that there is
Immortality unveiling beauty beyond illusion
And death no more
Than a consequence of time
For even it is the dance of the infinite
That silent, calm, shimmering Presence One Is
Now aware of Itself as eternal life
AsIDream 