A willow weeps quietly above me, As I rest below on the morning dew Enveloped in the sweet jasmine-scented breeze. Weary eyes close against the sun A kaleidoscope of colors dance before me I am transported. Across the waves on a distant shore A giant bamboo palace reaches for the sky through the mountain mist. Black and white, Yin and Yang, Rest placidly nibbling on their shoots. Pulled from this solitude, a voice within beckons. Sinister, twisted limbs of a miniature forest line the path Danger lives here. The jungle falls still as a lone tiger stalked it's unsuspecting prey. His golden eyes narrow, taut muscles ripple. Deliberate footsteps reverberate silently, Pouncing, tearing, killing. The scent of blood fills the air. Roars of victory, Fleeing screams of fear and warning, A deafening cacophony assaults my senses. The summons of a Siren, The peaceful echo of water calls, Trance-like, I follow. Water tumbles gently down The jagged face of rock, Calling me towards an island of Solitude. A gentle stream meanders, It's calm surface disturbed from beneath, As the Coi wander aimlessly, To the amusement of the spectator. Amidst the calm oceans of glass, Buddha sits in quiet reflection. Peace, Tranquility, Serenity, Surrounded by the harsh urban reality.
(previously published by Marilyn De Paula on LiteraryMagic.com)
Everything & Nothing 