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Bashierta…
Bashierta… come be my Solomonic king
and I, your Shebban queen.
Let us bathe in the waters of light,
Igniting our chakras opening our third eye,
know my spiritual touch,my fragrance that permeates
gardenia flowers,sandalwood and patchouli;
identify my presence, distinctly.
Waves of energy transmit so much;
more, ever so much more, than mere human touch.
Vibrations run across the flesh,
all the hair on my body stands in arrest.
This is something beyond common comprehension,
it is a spiritual, soulful connection.
Mates of the spirit are rare indeed,
but not unheard of as we are starting to see.
The ancient ones move us at will,
making the selection when we fail to fulfill.
Like David and Bathsheba many stories would be told
of such legendary unions, the Egun, extolled.
Many things can be talked about and said,
but in a finite moment, a feeling can better express.
The warmth you feel wrapped around your spirit
is more than just wanting,
it was divinely created for us this instant.
Bashierta…soulmate…spirit of my spirit…
light of my light, know me, with me, become one…
Gypsy Red
and I, your Shebban queen.
Let us bathe in the waters of light,
Igniting our chakras opening our third eye,
know my spiritual touch,my fragrance that permeates
gardenia flowers,sandalwood and patchouli;
identify my presence, distinctly.
Waves of energy transmit so much;
more, ever so much more, than mere human touch.
Vibrations run across the flesh,
all the hair on my body stands in arrest.
This is something beyond common comprehension,
it is a spiritual, soulful connection.
Mates of the spirit are rare indeed,
but not unheard of as we are starting to see.
The ancient ones move us at will,
making the selection when we fail to fulfill.
Like David and Bathsheba many stories would be told
of such legendary unions, the Egun, extolled.
Many things can be talked about and said,
but in a finite moment, a feeling can better express.
The warmth you feel wrapped around your spirit
is more than just wanting,
it was divinely created for us this instant.
Bashierta…soulmate…spirit of my spirit…
light of my light, know me, with me, become one…
Gypsy Red
Published 3rd Sep 2012
| Edited 4th Sep 2012
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3rd Sep 2012 9:25pm
3rd Sep 2012 9:29pm
Anonymous
- Edited 3rd Sep 2012 9:30pm
3rd Sep 2012 9:29pm
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3rd Sep 2012 9:31pm
Yes, Thank you Gabriel, I was weaving my magic as you can see, I am glad you enjoyed it.
Red
Red
3rd Sep 2012 10:07pm
Into the mystic, souls and spirits intertwined and not divisible in time. The eternal magic of it all. Very good.
3rd Sep 2012 10:18pm
3rd Sep 2012 11:42pm
4th Sep 2012 00:13am
4th Sep 2012 1:42am
just one reason I follow you. Absolutely astonishing. Thank you for this creation.
4th Sep 2012 1:46am
Thank you so much brother RedBud, I am glad you liked this piece.It is special and I am proud of it.
Red
Red
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jun 2024 1:45am
4th Sep 2012 1:19pm
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4th Sep 2012 1:44pm
Thank you very much, I try to be well rounded and not pigeonholed into just one or two styles.
As for the rest well lets just say there is more to me than meets eye.
Thank you for the great comment I am glad you could relate to it. DP
Red
As for the rest well lets just say there is more to me than meets eye.
Thank you for the great comment I am glad you could relate to it. DP
Red
5th Sep 2012 11:39pm
Ah patchouli ... I love that smell. Thanks for reminding me of it. This piece also brings to mind "Year of the Cat" by Al Stewart. Do you remember it?
6th Sep 2012 00:00am
Yes patchouli is awesome, you are most welcome, no I have never seen it. Thanks Mark for stopping to read.
Red
Red
6th Sep 2012 00:27am
Anonymous
6th Sep 2012 1:30am
Dear Red
This was an exquisite poem
Thank you for a good write and
a good read
It is never too late to find
another "destined one"
even if the first one was not
the real "bashert"
Love
Kitty
This was an exquisite poem
Thank you for a good write and
a good read
It is never too late to find
another "destined one"
even if the first one was not
the real "bashert"
Love
Kitty
6th Sep 2012 2:01am
Hahaha I knew you would recognize the word Kitty thanks for the lovely comment.
Red
Red
