Maya

 

The illusion that we are

separate beings.

The illusion that we are all

one being.

The illusion that there is

any being at all

but this wild blue

forget-me-not

blossoming beside

the compost pile.

The terrible croak

of a tiny tree frog

shattering the illusion

of distant stars

floating on the stillness
of night.

Do they sparkle far
above you,

or inside your chest?

Take a long slow breath,

then pour it back
into this lovely ocean

of lies.