I wrote a letter to you about the
ever expanding universal consciousness on
transparent midnight parchment,
dusted in twinkling stars that
danced across my
boundless vision field,
tickled my eyelashes, and
cascaded in ripples of laughter to my soul;
With a fine quill of a single grass blade,
I penned the words spoken to me in deafening silence of
all understanding and truth,
whispered by grandfather trees and
giggling bananna leaves;
I peered into the glass pond and
touched the reflection of
heaven on earth,
sending tiny waves across the
cosmic paradise;
I scribed of summer moon's
amusement,
suspended in the astral garden
while celestial bunnies hopped
in and out of constellations
just past my
finger t  i   p    s         r     e      a       c        h
All the while surrounded by a moat of flickering tea lights as
evanescent bodies
swapped stories of love, triumph and wisdom,
sequestered in wooded refuge...

I wrote this in a letter to you and it read,
*Everything is perfect.