'Light' Spiritual Encounter

NOTATION: This comp will be extended two additional weeks after the initial two have expired. Unfortunately, the only way to extend a comp is when the initial deadline expires.

This competition is to celebrate the Light surrounding the Spiritual dimensions that remind us there is so much more to life, and how much we're loved beyond this place. The winning poem, and any runners up will be posted on our facebook site.

https://www.facebook.com/DUpoetry/

RULES
- No word limit - content must be regarding a Light Spiritual encounter
- Select an image to accompany your post.
- Don't use photos or artwork which are copyrighted by someone else.  
- You agree by entering to let us post your image on our facebook account. You will be credited in the caption, you can also include your name or username on the image, if you like.
- No dark posts, e.g. - Lucifer, demons, etc. These are not LIGHT encounters.
- No erotica or extreme content

HOW TO ENTER
- Post the poem on DU using "submit poem".
- Add your multimedia to the poem.
- Post the poem on this thread, followed by a link to the poem.

As this post is for facebook too, the winners will be judged by both spiritual content and accompanying image.

great idea for a comp will definitely be posting🙏🏽

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Angel Wings

Could I fly with angel wings
aided by this beauty seen?
From my slumber I will spring
when this loveliness is my dream.
My breath is held prisoner
by the guardian of heaven's gate.
I release a gasp when I can
as I struggle in splendor’s grasp.

My tongue is tied in knots
as it seeks to full express.
Mere words cannot describe
a beatific view of paradise.
I'm lifted to the tallest heights
by vision of this celestial sight.
Moved beyond my sunken depths,
I am now free to sally forth.

Grant this mortal lover's boon,
undeserving of your grace,
that we may dance as partners do
in celebration of beatitude.
This taste is sweetest fruit,
sate an appetite long famished.
Penchants blessed by the flesh,
savored when not repressed.

The sight, the touch, so much more,
could I be blessed at this time?
Paradise gained in your these arms,
seraph please shine your light.
Thus I fly with angel wings,
beauty is as beauty gained,
not mine to own, just to share,
the embrace of dancer's love.

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/254943-angel-wings/

Jade and Poetryaccident, thank you for kicking off with such amazing entries. Whale, I look forward to reading your entry.

Per request I'm extending the comp from two weeks to one month.

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a man of menthol connoisseur

body attuned, he sat there
a cigarette dangled, amid fingers symmetrically aligned

and the ash of celestial ember,
they debate on where to fall, drift, scatter,
surrender
    `neath his earthly universe
his bare feet, the tickle of a working man`s skin
slaved to the grind of white collar un`crime`d
have been released to tickle hers …
mother earth

a man of menthol connoisseur
he journeys through clouds
of satisfactorily balance; chemicals
they enhance flavor to the spice of life
that invisibly shape him,
morning death, evening afterlife

in the hour that awaits his arrival
    `neath the contributions of humanity
he ponders of the simplest pleasures
that cannot measure the depth of his soul,
like an ocean, infinite and tranquil
void of fear or failure to grasp … it carries in gravity
but it`s in the depth of his irises multihued  
where brilliance is found,
embodying a constellation
created by the magnificence of a rumor of stars yet to be structured ~

and when he exhales … the plumes
they are like roses
lingering in a garden of the divine



https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/260948-a-man-of-menthol-connoisseur/

Excellent entry, Dev.

LIGHT YEARS

Light exploding and coalescing
Ever changing even this night
Look up and be struck
Not by shooting stars
But by the existence of so many stars
Than our Earth has clocked seconds

3.5 billion earth years
Times 365 days
Times 60 minutes
Multiplied by 24 hours
Times 60 seconds
Plus years that leap

And each star we find we name
With names older than our forefathers
With names our ancestors gave them
Each a guide and each a fate foretold
Each as perfectly placed as you

Let the light of one of them travel to you
And fill you
Now do the same
With a
          second
.
.
.
second filled with light
And it said
Know 3 things
You are not a mind
And you are not a body
So pay no mind to no body else

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/260976-light/

Gorgeous work Whale

Really enjoyed your entry Devlin. Bravo

Amazing entry, Whale.

Entanglement of fingers
Entwined in a contentment so sickenly pleasurable your eyes had gone glassy
And you're mind blurred like a badly smeared erase mark
yet I wonder if that can be considered rape
As I scare myself with thoughts of distance;

Time has passed
And eclipses have overlapped into orange
Without fruitful scent
And I do not think of you;
But you're touch haunts me in ways
I wish the darkness could not reach
I wish I would not fit in the screen-

But here I am looking up waiting for something better
Is there something better?

I leap through more rings than saturn
More rings than your whorish aunt has recieved on her bony finger
Yet I still only rarely see the sun rise;
And I really want to see the sun rise....

I blow out a match and the stars dissapear-
My name means light and illumination
So why do I feel so scared of the dark?

Angels touched Me

I in acceptance looked  away
thinking it was time to go
the pain made me so aware
life was  fleeting, now for the heavenly

pain, white lightning suffusing
my body, wracked in agony
heat from deep within rising
brimming over my eyes

gentle cool hands on my brow
a pair of deep set eyes, liquid brown
almost hazel…gazing deep
into my eyes , they shone quiet  love

look at me, do not close your eyes
I will be by you, do not fear
he whispered...soothing melodious
I sank into peaceful nothingness

hours of eternity  swathed
in white, pain a grim promise
I returned in bleary awareness
safety net knitted wounds

I never saw him again
the theatre team never saw him
none knew him
but I knew, an angel brought me through

fast forward and I saw his eyes
brown liquid on a white face
gazing deep into my soul
touching chords in love songs

he is gone now, loving another
but the two pairs of eyes
will haunt me forever
in different bitter sweet way.

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deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/261002-angels-touched-me

usernames_r_lame and Grace, fantastic entries! Can you please post the links to the forum posts under your post here? Thank you!

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Despair in the hollows of me, draws strength from my limbs, which drag in the repetitious doldrums of duties and the daily summation of necessities dull my senses to a gray muddle. Sorrow inks my heart a multitude of somber hues.
 
All is quiet upon the summit of the lonely mountain. Summer birds have long flown. Green blanketed boughs have journeyed with them, in memory carried to southern climes. Bare branches twist a tortured outline upon still air. Treebeard's nostrils whistle in a nascent slumber that has seized him, mid stride.
 
And then
As I abide
The spirit is upon me
 
Pressure stirs beneath the earth. Gathers force in the quietude. Vibration moves the subtly attuned. A single eye flutters open. A doe's head rises, a hoof pauses in motion, an ear turns. Cocooned butterflies stir. Their dreams begin to resonate in time.
 
A rumble shakes snow from slopes, which slur into motion as it descends. Loose stones dislodge from their nests. Ground explodes skyward. Pressurized gases scream from the crater. Liquid fire rises into the sky. And there is light.
 
Ashen night descends. Charged particles and ice crystals collide. Bolts of volcanic lightning spark to life, draw jagged outlines across every eye. And amidst the all-encompassing darkness, there is fire, there are stars, flames of electricity, and my true self emerges.
 
And in this moment I am seized by a panacea of erupting light that foments from the energetic nexus of all that I am, where astrophysics coils into an atlas of shining mail and all that I have dreamed and loved and lost forms hardened scales that burst and crest the surface of this indivisible being: man child, constellation, soul mind, universe of physics, heart of vibrant hues and in this moment I am one.
 
Tasting the air, slows in my mouth, caresses the fine hairs of my lungs.
 
Sounds slow, converge and coalesce. There is music in their gathered numbers, sonorous in their staccato lines of demarcation, which crowd above, around and below.
 
Lights liquefy and slow. Orbs blot and burst into spikes. Arms reach, spear tips touch to angular forms. Green leaves drink of the plasma, birthing sugars, oxygen and storms.
 
Eyes fix, breaths slow to a close, fingers gently lower lids. Flowers are cast down into the breach, voices in song rise, and there is death, and there is light.
 
Coals simmer in the hearth, skins warm, wine pours, breaths fall and rise, forms entwine, and there is heat, and there is heart, and the art of love, and there is light.
 
Foals slip from the breach of mothers, slick with birth, abounding with the newness of all experience, eager to rise, and there is life, and there is light.
 
Mists crawl across the hilly crests of oceans which brighten under sunrise, sparkle in the noontide, glow under moonrise, and there is perpetual motion, and therein lies my devotion to this continuous revolution, and there is light.
 
And there is light.
 
A Panacea of Erupting Light
By
Daniel Christensen
Writing as
The Fire Elemental
 
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Dedicated this work to AEMelia, who has ever been a passionate supporter of my contributions here. Many thanks to you. Passion is answered with passion.
 
Also dedicated to Ahavati and entered into her competition, entitled 'Light' Spiritual Encounter. Looks like you were correct again, bright lady. The spirit came to me.