Universal Gathering

I wrote this poem about a group of people meditating outside in a beautiful setting.

Universal Gathering

Two thousand minds sit and gather
Together as one, they see themselves
Looking inward and upward
At the blue skies
Of their empty minds
No longer blinded by any fears
Their eyes see the remnants
Of a fading moon, reflecting off the lake
In a mirror of a magnetic
Attraction that pulls
Them in a vortex, spinning rapidly
Drawn into the universe of
Infinity’s endless night