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Resplendent
in glittering black,
arms spread wide open &
eyes closed
catching the pearls
from high heavens
Lips curved in a full smile,
brows arched
like high strung bows
The eyes, two celestial lakes
of milk of truth
with the moss green flotsam
of rejuvenating freedom
Limbs, oh so tender and supine
peach cream and iridescent
alive & breathing
bathed in blessed nectar
A mass of blackness-
lustrous and serpentine,
redolent and playful-
enchanted to the slight breeze
as serene and soothing as death-
O! Those mysterious tresses
with treasured secrets
As the steady flow
of liquid crystal races down
a small crater catches them-
defying gravity
far from filled, your navel-
full and contoured
and endless spells of
magnetism
Small digits clutching
the boughs in the latest attempt
to catch a handful
of wild raspberries
but they get showered
with a mild flurry of raindrops
followed by peals of laughter-
a down pour!
II
An eternal candle flame,
a million prayer's answered
The drifting mass of
sacred incense smoke
The dream with feathers
and wings which took birth
The pure raptures of my heart,
the lost hours of sleep
The gentle breeze
across slow mountain streams
The momentary bubbles
around the rocks-
crested and ebbed by green moss
The glint of sun,
the brilliant tapestry
of the leaves;
the hypnotic hum,
the whistling breeze on the cliff
the enantiomorphic being
behind the shut eyelids
the weightlessness and levity
of the lifetimes
the bleeding white and
the soft caress
The mother, the holy cave
and the road
The ocean into which
I could pour and lose
The mirror, the cellar door,
the trinity
The hailstorm of a breath
from a distant galaxy
The collective hymn
originating from a billion cells
The aurora.
The twilight.
The dawn.
The truth.
in glittering black,
arms spread wide open &
eyes closed
catching the pearls
from high heavens
Lips curved in a full smile,
brows arched
like high strung bows
The eyes, two celestial lakes
of milk of truth
with the moss green flotsam
of rejuvenating freedom
Limbs, oh so tender and supine
peach cream and iridescent
alive & breathing
bathed in blessed nectar
A mass of blackness-
lustrous and serpentine,
redolent and playful-
enchanted to the slight breeze
as serene and soothing as death-
O! Those mysterious tresses
with treasured secrets
As the steady flow
of liquid crystal races down
a small crater catches them-
defying gravity
far from filled, your navel-
full and contoured
and endless spells of
magnetism
Small digits clutching
the boughs in the latest attempt
to catch a handful
of wild raspberries
but they get showered
with a mild flurry of raindrops
followed by peals of laughter-
a down pour!
II
An eternal candle flame,
a million prayer's answered
The drifting mass of
sacred incense smoke
The dream with feathers
and wings which took birth
The pure raptures of my heart,
the lost hours of sleep
The gentle breeze
across slow mountain streams
The momentary bubbles
around the rocks-
crested and ebbed by green moss
The glint of sun,
the brilliant tapestry
of the leaves;
the hypnotic hum,
the whistling breeze on the cliff
the enantiomorphic being
behind the shut eyelids
the weightlessness and levity
of the lifetimes
the bleeding white and
the soft caress
The mother, the holy cave
and the road
The ocean into which
I could pour and lose
The mirror, the cellar door,
the trinity
The hailstorm of a breath
from a distant galaxy
The collective hymn
originating from a billion cells
The aurora.
The twilight.
The dawn.
The truth.
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