Cloud sandwich
After a long day flying
Invited to this rock to rest
Did you call it Earth?

I've Slid like silk between strata
The Light Steed's earnest breath
Is north of near, between the crests
Of here and there

Guided by centeredness
Engaged to peace
The Golden Fleece of allowance
lets it Be
                          
Angel cradled mind release
Eyebrow mountains, the crystal creek
Flowing forth The Creator speaks,
"Drink deeply child, be filled.”

Yes, I can stick around for some stellar tea
And a light shake
Cloud sandwiched, I'll give you
Tours of the galaxy.