I hit the gusher of Truth in
moon
  of the bloom
      of serendipity!

I see a crystal ocean of splendour
  rushing in sublime purity,
    exposing me to cascades
       of a glory on the plateau
         of eternal treasure.

Waterspouts in golden cataracts
  in a 7-step beaches of a glory-
   fleet in carnival outflow of
   transcendental beauty.

See falsehood fleeing in escape
from the ravenous whirlwind teeth of Truth, taking refuge in fleeting illusion,
running out of time into expiration!

It's an inglorious death for the power
  that takes refuge in the darkness and
   its insecurity
        and ephemeralty of life!

I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.

On this eerie night are innumerable stars and countless
moons hosting the sun to a party, then

Darkness gatecrashed into
the luminous heavenliness, only
to lose its color to flame of glory.

Surely, falsehood will not hold its wings free  from death at the dawn of truth,
when victory shall possess
the sky in armada of immortal  glory.