Golden Darkness

garbed in yellow

sits in meditation

beneath a plastic tree

the breeze stirs

deep

within his mind

his eyes gazing towards

the golden darkness.

there is nothing

which he sees

which is not seen

by us all.

it is simply the light

of his own contentment

which brightens

his vision,

believing

that he has only

to search out

the illusions

of life

and replace them

with his own soul.

© mick yates august 1969