Pure Land Poem by Anita Wisniewska

This creature

That you think

You see

Is not

Was never

Never will be

Me.

There is only

An iridescent

Insubstantial

Rainbow

Shimmering in a sparkling sea

Of many strange and dangerous

Wonderful

Temporary things

Of fangs and claws

Of gleaming, multicoloured wings

Of velvet featherbeds

Of bejewelled gardens

Which shimmer, dance

Whisper, sing

And try to cling

I smile

There is nothing there

The light is clear

Everlasting light.