The Source Of Creation

The swirling mist in the
valley, causes haze in me
like the Hashed-out mind
of a yogi. Haze not of hallucination
But like the haze of the Beginnings

As fragrance that lies in Jasmine
waiting for the blossoming
As a vibrant butterfly waits within
the lifeless cocoon
As the brilliance of the sun
waits behind the shadowy night

The Divine awaits beneath the veil
of ignorance, a product of
illusory boundaries drawn by
the insecure creature, to lift.

The effulgence of the Divine obscured
by the fog of mental malice.
A seemingly endless thought
and emotion weaving webs
of Maya. In effort to find
Comfort sacrificing the very Cosmic
In the blossoming of this
Being lies the Source.

Life has come from a very beautiful source.
If you remain in touch with that source,
Everything about you shall be beautiful.