Green, oh so serene,
awash in heart
and yellow glow,
gentle evening strength
And absorb
the black smoke
and fireballs like shooting stars
hurled in my direction
observing
the energy, only-
I scoff-a slip-and then correct
my posture-composure-and breath
from inside the top of my
skull, I wait,
presently
for revelation
to show
nothing is real
but the indigo
I know.
Photo credited by Ross Burgener 2013 [Public domain].
