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Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
Published 25th Nov 2021
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1st Dec 2021 3:28pm
"burns a path through the heaven of her soul" is a line that will stick, and plant seeds
Excellent ink, my dear poet 🙏🏻
You're such a marvelous wordsmith!
🌹 - Susan
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Excellent ink, my dear poet 🙏🏻
You're such a marvelous wordsmith!
🌹 - Susan
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1st Dec 2021 4:23pm
She is an endless source of inspiration. I am so very glad you enjoyed my poem which is really hers. And thrilled that the last line worked so well for you my friend. Very glad you enjoyed my homage to her. Indeed she is the reason that brings my dormant pen back into motion.
XoXo
John
XoXo
John
23rd Dec 2021 11:18am
nightbirdblue, such a lovely and heartfelt comment. Your RL was most appreciated. Much thanks.
John
John
28th Dec 2021 1:41am
LightningBug, thank you so much. She is divinely gorgeous. Her voice is luscious too. Age has been kind to her as she is in her fifties but doesn't look a day over thirty. Love all that she is.
John
John
