Little glass pagoda adorning the knoll,
four broad windows illuminating soul.
Vision waits on the crest of the hill,
a lovely spot, made for simply being still.
To look, to feel ...
remember what's real.
Loved ones,
sunrise,
flowers,
blue sky's.
Loved ones,
sunfall,
moonbeams,
hearts call.
Origin of Self, star-stuff, sea-foam,
breath of life, body-spirit home.
A sacred space to wonder from and intersect.
A making place to worship in, and to connect.
Four broad windows illuminating soul,
in a little glass pagoda built on a knoll.
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...I've been moving too fast. I need to just sit outside and be still. Lovely poem. As a yoga teacher, this poem is very apropos.
ReplyDelete'The Devil's Keeper' the one who waits to catch the vulnerable Souls.To tell you the truth I just write what comes to me!I am a crazy/mad English Woman. You have been busy reading my 'scribbles' so you can see for yourself I am! Ha! Thank you for your kind words, you.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you found me, so now I have the chance of being able to read you and when time is more my own I promise to return, to this place; your place and drink in your words written.
See I did come back......eventually! It is funny I should come back to this exact spot too. I am loving the language of her, the whole feeling she stirs within me.
ReplyDelete'Origin of Self, star-stuff, sea-foam,
breath of life, body-spirit home' Beautiful, you.
BTW I am sorry my baby made you cry.