Mayo: Paradise Found
I need to visit my private paradise;
Hidden in the realms of my mind,
Accessible only through deep meditation and calm.
With eyes half closed, relaxing in the dark,
Light emanating solely from embers,
A mist engulfs me spiritually and I am there.
Textures of wooden floor replaced by stringy grass,
Remnants of dew cling, but I’m comfortable.
I need to sink deeper, open my mind’s eye.
Combing the green with my hands,
Bathing in the sun’s mellow heat.
Deeper I fall, deeper into Eden.
Opening that secret eye; Utopia comes into view.
Laying on the banks of a stream fed pond,
Large, natural, shallow, clear with ripples scraping stones.
Large trees surround the crystal waters;
Red maple, plush Pine, drooping Willows shelter the edges,
Nothing beyond is visible.
On the opposite bank rocks sit; built up, uneven, stunning.
Water plunges over one side, the sound of the fall fills the air,
Complementing trickling streams and birds chirruping hidden in shrubbery.
The waterfall barely hides an endless cavern leading to another place,
For the moment, I rest. This is where I need to be.