Gentle unfolding amongst the petals

Sitting outside,

meditating amongst

that irresistible

scent of soft

cherry blossoms

falling,

holding inner satsang,

reflecting on this incredibly beautiful Life,

Divine, unknown mystery.

Gentle breeze,

soft raindrops,

birds singing

out of sheer

joy of being

like the lilies on the field.

Thought takes flight

and so does the assumed one

they seemed to appear to

and only THIS remains,

the Finished Kingdom,

nothing to add or subtract.

Life freshly completing

itself anew

while the illusion of time persists.

Prior and untouched,

only the Infinite,

sheer light,

illuminating

all in its

iridescent embrace,

allowing, surrendering

to free and unfettered

Grace.