Dragonfly, Heaven, Protection

I think, sometimes, or maybe I feel that there's nothing to wait for, no struggle or striving more true than the presence of heaven all around us, right here, right now, in everything, pulsating invisible light from the simplest rock, grassblade,, robin, the sun, and I feel the presence of guardians, I listen intent to hear them come, not in white robes holding trumpets and blonde, but buzzing perhaps, iridecently shining, the dragonfly abound, watching us with love through kaleidoscope eyes that see us, also angels, in paradise, so let us be eachother's guardian angels in the protection of our peaceee.