I swim in a penitent pool
blessed with calm
my final dream
the perfect water;

where all words are slashed to ribbons.

This pool is my treasured green bliss.

I will not forget my broken parts
flying out of the machine mouth scream.

Machine gun scattered,
eating hard shells of paradise lost.

This pool of calm green peace doubles in strength when you surrender your guns on its shore.

In order to enter the vast glass of tranquility, there can be no fear.

It will always wait for you until you are ready.

You must do the inner work before you can swim. Anger blocks it. Victomhood hides it.  The blame game pushes it away.

Every soul is a drop from its perfect silent pool. All you have to do to get there is get out the way.

Drop every wall.
Walk out of the cave.

Open your soul
to the vast pool of bliss.

How thirsty is your desire?