Here in my imaginative place,
i hear birds bleating good wishes,
friends share dishes, smiling of others good fortune.
here we believe in ourselves and of others, caring mothers, and fathers at ease.
religion or faith has no place,
no club is formed here,
to make people fear,
of some higher illusion,
to be told to worship and stand in awe.
no gods walk in heavens
or creep on the floor.
just sensible beings who love what is pure and give care and compassion from who they are,
to who you are.
just imagine.
