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Sacred Fire
- Sacred Fire -
I stand, within a wooded grove, by an ancient shrine,
A necklace of green jade around my neck, so cool…
Unlike the heat of the day, when the sun did so shine!
I come to commune with the spirits there, like a fool,
But one with a cunning and serenity that is most wise.
I spread my arms and feel the sacred fire emerging…
So beautiful, more so than any sorcery I could devise!
The rosy hue of the light of my own spirit does sing…
As the white of my garments, is bathed in a radiance,
Which is so perfect, so pure, that I find myself smiling.
Behind me, so very dark has become the great fence,
As the sky itself turns white, with a force so beguiling!
The blue retreats, and the winds begin to build above,
Called by my heart, so filled with its’ longing and love.
I feel all the winds in the long raven tresses of my hair,
For but one instant, and then all is still as is the grave…
My eyes are closed, and yet I see where angels dare.
So much beauty I behold in gifts that only gods gave…
Gifts of sight, empathy, and feeling none can imagine,
Save those touched by some divine grandeur’s hand!
The rosy glow fades and yet I still feel it pulse within,
Knowing, it shall never fade with time’s fleeting sand.
Can you see in my face, the beauty that I have seen?
I hope that you can, for therein is such a pristine joy!
To cover my sorrows, with a brightly shining sheen…
Like the armor that was worn: by the noble Samurai.
Had I not worn something similar in the olden times?
The past so clear to me sometimes, like wind chimes.
The earth beneath my sandaled feet is strongly silent,
Holding its’ secrets fast, yet giving forth its’ bounty…
When the seasons are right and the rain is gently sent.
Just as we are all sent, upon the paths of our destiny.
I sense the rightness in the universe, and thusly I sigh,
And I understand, why pilgrims come to pray here…
For there is magic in this shrine, which I cannot deny.
Was it such an enchantment that drew me unto here?
Mayhap, for places have a spirit too, and they call…
Seeking souls, like mine, who hear its’ hidden music.
The white sky becomes blue again, free of pale pall!
I hear a sparrow’s song, as it soars above: so quick.
When I left the shrine that day I felt a kind of peace,
Long after what magic I worked there did so cease!
I stand, within a wooded grove, by an ancient shrine,
A necklace of green jade around my neck, so cool…
Unlike the heat of the day, when the sun did so shine!
I come to commune with the spirits there, like a fool,
But one with a cunning and serenity that is most wise.
I spread my arms and feel the sacred fire emerging…
So beautiful, more so than any sorcery I could devise!
The rosy hue of the light of my own spirit does sing…
As the white of my garments, is bathed in a radiance,
Which is so perfect, so pure, that I find myself smiling.
Behind me, so very dark has become the great fence,
As the sky itself turns white, with a force so beguiling!
The blue retreats, and the winds begin to build above,
Called by my heart, so filled with its’ longing and love.
I feel all the winds in the long raven tresses of my hair,
For but one instant, and then all is still as is the grave…
My eyes are closed, and yet I see where angels dare.
So much beauty I behold in gifts that only gods gave…
Gifts of sight, empathy, and feeling none can imagine,
Save those touched by some divine grandeur’s hand!
The rosy glow fades and yet I still feel it pulse within,
Knowing, it shall never fade with time’s fleeting sand.
Can you see in my face, the beauty that I have seen?
I hope that you can, for therein is such a pristine joy!
To cover my sorrows, with a brightly shining sheen…
Like the armor that was worn: by the noble Samurai.
Had I not worn something similar in the olden times?
The past so clear to me sometimes, like wind chimes.
The earth beneath my sandaled feet is strongly silent,
Holding its’ secrets fast, yet giving forth its’ bounty…
When the seasons are right and the rain is gently sent.
Just as we are all sent, upon the paths of our destiny.
I sense the rightness in the universe, and thusly I sigh,
And I understand, why pilgrims come to pray here…
For there is magic in this shrine, which I cannot deny.
Was it such an enchantment that drew me unto here?
Mayhap, for places have a spirit too, and they call…
Seeking souls, like mine, who hear its’ hidden music.
The white sky becomes blue again, free of pale pall!
I hear a sparrow’s song, as it soars above: so quick.
When I left the shrine that day I felt a kind of peace,
Long after what magic I worked there did so cease!
Published 20th Aug 2012
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20th Aug 2012 4:29am
For my latest poem, I decided to use my latest photo as the illustration for it. The only thing I added to the photo was the "Sacred Fire" at my hands... everything else was untouched.
