What strange path has this extended world strayed to?

I wake with a beautiful vibrant sun glaring in my window.

Start with peace pipes and bhajans, I want to sing these hymns.

Meanwhile, the average youth can't look away from their text messages.

Woops.

Cloud watching
amid'st a child's spring,
where the hills rise high
and carrions swoop low.
What would be the magic
that the season mother brings?

Twiddling branches wash in breeze,
twinkling twilight bounding across infinite seas!

Gaia is a spirit and lush are her grounds!
Mother earth and father sky whisper and speak profound.

The naked winds are washing me with ecstasy of spirit.

All day alone.
Maybe crack the window
after lunch.
Burn a pipe and smile
in silence.
I know,
It's not that impressive.

But today I have a different idea
about what is progressive.
I feel the world has gone insanely
material possessive!
Even if you hear the edges of my syllables
and can't grasp the whole message.

Just know that I have found a haven's sanctuary.

Death is extinct

If I could give to you this frame of reference-
I would be stealing the one thing you were gifted.

This is a frame of reference that is empty;
Empty of concepts, forms, ideas, desires, aversions.

Here, the wind has a purpose; The day has lost it's course.
No destination, yet everything you wanted will be there.

This is where you are safe from other's ideas.
Here, the moment puts death into extinction.

This form you call hand, this idea you call mind-
Cannot grasp this nirvana, nor intellectualize it.

The clouds hold the answer.

I'll walk backwards through a mirror of smoke;
Convert my form into energy and transcend.
Empty in an ocean of ****** bliss,
Conceptual ideas are split in two.

Soft and rounded are the edges here,
Damp and full are the colors spilt ~
Melodic is even the wind of my haven!

What use is it..
This haven is our home!
Cleared could the smoke be,
By the beauty of universal unity..

Language is just a symbol,
when you understand its form.
But what could be said of the
beautiful emptiness from which it is born?

That is what I mean,
the moment of fullness
found in between.
It's like the mind of God
manifests through living dream!