One of those days in England

when nothing is quite as it seems

when your future soul gives you the green light

to go that extra mile

that makes you realise that you were on track all along

 

and the familiar landscape

remains passive

and seems to say

'bah! what duality are you talking of?

oh errant mind trickery

all is one'

 

and not only that, but the forest floor is covered in may blossom

it even falls like confetti

and a Kingfisher flies in

as you sit dazed

breathing in the sweet scent

drinking tea

aligning to the state of ekatma

 

 

Done