Haze

everything we think is true
is like a morning mist
when the Sun arrives and the Earth
again is warmly kissed

everything that we believe
is like a summer's day
it cannot last even though
we wish that it could stay

everyone whom we have known
and those we have just met
will disappear, they will leave
like the Sun when set

everyone and everything
and everywhere always
is like this very moment
a shimmering magic haze

in our minds and in our hearts
where life is now unfolding
let's meditate as we vibrate
creating and too molding

who we become as we run
from this to that or who
let's meditate as we vibrate
so we can be renewed