Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Canopy of purple petals cascade down my hair,
Toss my hair and bougainvillea confetti,
Scatters to grass beneath me,
I lie alone on a bed of soft purple,
Look up at the blue sky,
Through a mass of purple vines,
I am in a dream far away from reality,
Floating on purple clouds of sunshine,
What is my truth ?
My truth is oneness,
Aloneness but completeness,
My truth is simple,
Abundance of love to give and more,
Intangible dreams of purple milkshakes with purple syrup, purple ice-cream and purple cheesecake,
My Bougainvillea dreams.