Enlightenment

Sitting in peace

I touch

Sleeping parabolas

Avoiding the icy wind

Of “reality”

Knowing

And feeling

That I am more,

I avoid icy wind

And so our house

Sparkles in gratitude

Finding

Loving silence

In urban expanse

Allowing

The ever changing

Breeze

To whistle

Through bone.

I know

That I am

Much more

Than atoms

As I move,

As if,

Without gravity

Rising above

An ecology

Of locks.

Blue water

Flies

Finding

Grass, spring trees

Leaving behind

A paradise

Of fugitive

Dust.