immortal one
sweet light that fills me
from the silent fountain,
streaming through me,
illuminating the darkness
where divinity
lovingly looks at herself
in the unclouded mirror,
the pool within.
her body permeates mine,
i am not who ‘i’ seem to be
concealed in this clay vessel,
the sleeper has awoken,
she has made her presence felt,
i breathe in her song,
exhaling her thoughts in poetry,
and the light of her smile
flickers behind my eyes.
February 27th, 2007 at 6:05 am
I recently lost the ability to see beauty. I think I have now found a direction to seek it again. This clay vessel that I am trapped in is cold and grey, I intend to find a way of making it crumble and letting the warmth back in. Thank you for your beautiful word
February 27th, 2007 at 6:10 am
Namaste.