BANISHING

When the ceremony is over
I remain the spirit that I am -
stripped and scattered through space,
cradled by the Earth and the Sky.

Under their amiable watchful eyes
I become the eye embracing my own sight.
Suddenly my attentive eyes are watching me.
Paradise regained for the nth time...

Now I can move in my favourite manner
like a dandelion seed carried by the wind
drifting and whirling above the ground.
Time and gravity cannot compete
with masterful skills of motion moving itself.

Skin, space and time are in fusion.
Translucent and delicate like a soap bubble
I float in perfect benevolence of the All
and observe this omnipresent marvel,
with my glowing starry eyes, bewildered.