pure life

on the hill

by the beautiful tree that sits in full bloom

and the waters of blue rest calm

like glass reflecting a world that comes and goes

i will meet you here 

as the sun sets behind the

mountain range 

and the busyness of the world

has died down

here i will be 

when the moon rises slow and steady

across a clear sky

will you be here too?

and find me as the life of all life 

and the death of  all deaths

like a song with no singer 

and joy undivided

come climb the hill 

this pure life will take you in 

as it has nothing to lose 

it will remain as it is 

free of stain 

and without attachments

the blossoms fall 

like rain

as moonlight melts  

on still waters

the stars are out like little lights 

that twinkle 

and i am here as the Self

come find me here

be the best of beauty

the Self of all

pure life