I never could write poetry... well, truth is I can't recal ever trying, but I have one student who now only writes to me in poetry and I really enjoy it. Here you go:
My being expands beyond the body
I am that table too
and the air between "us"
it is all just layers of illusion (creation)
physical, causal, astral
whatever
they're the same
everything can be found in everything
nothing's more real than something
i don't believe my feelings anymore
they're nothing but echoes from past dreams
bouncing from empty walls now
until they notice
there's nothing to hang on anymore
the wardrobe is empty
and I am watching the kingdom rise and fall
again and again
every morning and night as I open and close my eyes
Love you