Meditation moments unfurl
as spears of light break through,
never prepared for the moment
we rush to gather tools
to capture fleeting images,
never realizing it lives
in the recesses of a memory.
I walk beneath whimsical clouds
mocking my eagerness
as flowing, floating lumps gather
to block the white light,
replaced with a melancholy
as I know this moment
will never return,
that I won’t feel that wonder
of rays peering through to find
the magical place that received
everything,
in that very blink of an eye.
I move forward,
allowing the world to flow through
crown chakra to below
where crystals lay in crust
beneath my footsteps
waiting, soothing with energy,
it flows like miracles,
this is coming home.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 