Compassion

I want to dream of white petals floating down from the sky
As I sit in the middle of a sunshine that brings me high
I hear the sound of the most melodic music and I see god eye to eye
He has a golden body and sits in a mantra state to let people know what is here and why
His eyes are sapphire blue all seeing through what you have been also what you have not seen to complete your journey to the centre of what makes butterflies fly
Go backward to the place and time that happiness filled your mind with such wonders that propelled you to grow characteristics that shaped the mountains in memories and never let greatness pass you by
A piece of heaven you must find within your self or heaven never existed and I know that faith in every sane mind can remember a time that compassion can never die.