The falling leaf of the Tree, No seperation,

There is no place where beauty isn't imbued in a flower's countenance,
No place where beauty isnt extending its arms out from the limbs of the trees,
No place where beauty isnt Hanging as a reminder on an innocent child's face,
No place where beauty isnt sung in unison with the grasshopper's chirp,

There is no place where the moon's rays do not pierce,
let go of controlling the darkness, And merge with the cosmic ocean.

Let go of life, and it will bring you Itself.
Just through rights of consciousness, Just through rights of consciousness.

Purification is not needed, All that is needed is the subtle seeing of love, to bring trust into the one letting go.

Beauty is selfless, the selfless is beauty, You are everything,
uncondionality is resonating with this expansion.

As we speak, the harmony of life is calling you, listen, listen,
see, see,
Your world is here, And its time to breathe.

- This poem was written very late at night, and early in the morning, and through this peculiar, yet very enjoyable piece, i found that art is really the centralized vein of expression, on a physical level. This expression flows freely from the cosmic ocean, and into a waterfall bringing with it trust and compassion. Its time for some damn sleep! goodnight! Oh and I've never written poetry, but i really enjoyed working on this piece indeed!
Much harmony, and blessings on your path-
Cody Snyder