Ecstatic Repose

Gone is the fear
Gone is the jealousy
Gone is the competition
And the funky misperception

Reactionary Assumptions
always make mistakes

Perhaps its a distorted reflection
Or a terribly silly projection

Truly, it’s another’s expression

No, its not what I am
It never could be

Its the Moon, Dear ~
Perhaps you don’t understand

As long as I refrain
Let go of the pain
Keep my space clear
With A flower or two near

From the center of my being
Is the one who rests seeing
Only love and only now
Compassion is so freeing

No fantasy nor even a thrill
In that place where I sit still
For it’s beyond the delusional pull
Keeping my golden cup full