My pencil eyes stencil shadows of soul
reaching for All, reaching for Whole.
Fast over waters in darkness I fly
touching the surface of truth and of lie.
Spirit's close search through sensoric door
leads me to life's undiscovered core.
Arid in birth earth awaits its conserve,
turned in the arms of the winds and of nerve.
Clouds speed up swift in fast spin of swirl,
mountains pull faces, waves in blue whirl;
volcano's anger whips silence in danger,
ocean subsides; sea plants' voiceless chants;
tentacles surge in pliable dance:
timeless devotion, unending emotion.
Metal and mind yield to mold and to essence,
symphonic growth in luminescence .
Water flutes flow, sun kiss plants in soft suck:
slow dance of day in bubbles' ballet.
Snow flakes in yearning, wakes galaxies, souls;
seed bursts forth in beauty, color in bounty:
safeguard by Warden, God's freedom in garden.
Flesh fibers fragrance, freedom in labor;
Tips reaching up, unfold life touched by love.
Songs' delicate dreams of small mysteries' streams;
trees stretch their arms to embrace endless skies,
flowers' eager hands hold beauty unplanned.
Spirit's search through sensoric door
leads me to life's inner core.
My pencil eyes stencil shadows of soul
reaching for All, reaching for Whole.
Fast over waters in darkness I fly
touching the surface of truth and of lie.
Author notes
My Journey from Origin to Destination
In a list
A contest entry
- Outer Space and other Strange places by islekine.
700 points, ended September 13, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Round two....for those who didn't win round one... by islekine.
790 points, ended October 3, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is very well penned!
Great message...and wonderful trip! Thanks for taking me along!
I love the internal rhyme!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on and on!
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Thank you for this lovely comment ...
and the Gold. It is such a pleasure only to enter. As you know, poetry is our reward.
Myra.
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I love your spiritual poetry. Nobody does it better. I fear you write way over the judges heads with such wonderful statements of wisdom. I doubt the contests are the rewards you are after, anyway.
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yeaa...the journey can be so long...sometimes i just get so tired of it
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The journey can be so long ... sometimes I just get so tired of it.
Oh lady Magdalene, have you ever seen how I struggle to step
on the path that you've tread?
The path can be so steep ... sometimes I just can't keep in step.
Oh lady Magdalene, have you ever know how I stumble with each blow
even in arms that loved you so?
Oh lady Magdalene.
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A beautifully-described spiritual odyssey, both sensual and mystical.
Very good,
Bill
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