Flowers of Peace

I’ve fallen off the ledge, into a pit of flowers.

Sprouting from nowhere they arise like a notion.

Stunningly imposing the flowers are without motion.

No origin or name, they are of another kind.

They caress my body and endow my mind.

Cheerless matters escape me, pouring out.

The kind others seen no fuss about.

Surrounding flowers tackle me like the sea.

Engulfing me, this is peace undoubtedly.