the magic mat

She always dreamt of having a mat
Just a mat the simplest one the safest one
On which she could lie and dream of the world
A mat to fit in
from crown to the soles of the feet
A mat that would grow with her
Making the world a home
A mat made of the skies and the earths
Encapsulating bliss
A magic mat over which
She could travel through the worlds
Worlds inside worlds
Drawn by children
With gates made of keywords
Keywords in shapes of twinkling stars
Playing a tone woven by
those true readers
that transformed to itself
All gates hidden to some
and yet open always to all
To those that resonated it and with it
Composing a pure tone
by Becoming it
Manifesting by weaving it to their own

And there one day she woke up
Under stars shining in the deepest dark
of dawn’s and of dusks
Finding she hasn’t even moved once
Her mat The world
The world a poem of love

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