Dreaming of rainbows

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Dreaming of rainbows

Iridescent water speaks

Of natural law.

 

Dreaming of rainbows 

The sun’s arc reminds 

Of no-separation of self-

Knowledge and knowledge

Of all things.

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Fleeting wisps of colored light, themselves like

Ephemeral beings 

Play freely among suspended drops,

Small cities shining in

Midair.

 

These magic cities are where

I arrive, and you’ll find

Me here when I stop

To rest — 

 

Going no where —

 

Weightless and clear.

 

Those bows are still imprinted on

The backs of my eyes, and I

Wonder —

What will I become when I’m

No longer

Here?