Orange moon in a jet blue heaven
spilling gold upon the deep.
Wave after wave of liquid light washes over me
and I smile from my soul and slip under the surface.
This moonlight swim now a time of worship,
bathing in the glow of Eternal.
Embraced and held by light and water.
Breathing the light filled air.
I am We
and We are One
in this time.
And when the light moves from gold to silver
I am at peace.
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A moonlit swim in the temple of creation...
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Goodness, you have been getting in touch with Beauty lately, haven't you! It's wonderful to read so many poems from your very soul today.
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Amalgation is the story scripted by the poet..and together is revealed silently ..well crafted turn of the soul you had here...
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...thank you Prabhu...Peace always, Rhonda
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