An Echo of the Sixties

The vibration of the Third Eye Chakra
gave a shimmering orange neon edge
     to the Reality of
     the quiet hill.

The jackpines meditated,
     and focussed
on the gentle sigh of their breathing;
the South Wind whispering
     tropical secrets
          of moonlight romance.

The shadows skipped
               forward
          and
      back,
as though we were stuck
     in a time loop:
an Escher mobiüs strip
     of Eternity.

Truth beckoned,
just an illusion away,
as Cosmic meaning
was revealed.

     This.

     Now.