My Bubble

Floating in my bubble
requires me letting go.
I’ve released so much that
it is hard to believe
that there is more.

My bubble is my serenity;
it makes the world shimmer
with rainbow hues. Everywhere
I look is golden light and
the fragrance of the Divine.

I watch the dramas of life,
even my own, from within the
floating refuge. Time has
disappeared, the past a
dream forgotten, the future,
if thought about at all, is
fleeting anticipation like
cotton candy on the tongue.

There is only this moment, a
perfect moment as I float across
the world into the arms of my Creator.