Poem by Houda Boukassoula


BLISS

That moonlit night
My eyes wide open
I was sleeping
Under a bay tree

My body was there lying
My soul was set free
I was slumber and wide awake

That moonlit night
My eyes wide open
I was awakening
Under a bay tree

I felt the bliss of seeing the light
All my cells were in a shake
As a mountain in an earthquake

That moonlit night
My eyes wide open
I was rising
Under a bay tree
My soul was oozing kindness
Charity, altruism and righteousness
To immerse my body with bliss

That moonlit night, I saw everything

The following morning,
The sun was sending heat and light
And I was sweating bliss and happiness.