“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds
on the heel that has crushed it.”
Mark Twain (American Humorist, Writer and Lecturer. 1835-1910)
imagine escape
from the mechanical weight and noisy tides of this body
to an emptiness, acorporeal, safe. a listening mind,
simply integral, without self.
leaving behind the confusions of skin,
proprioceptive and sensory negotiation
for the other side of mindfulness
an inversion, beyond presence, contention and doubt.
the politics of life exhaled
into a universal whole.
a step which dissolves into fragrance.
5 comments:
the spiritual plane must be beautiful beyond words.
i like the way you envision it.
Yes, that would be a good release..an empty scroll inside..Jae ;)
Sounds wonderful and peaceful. I love "a step which dissolves into fragrance."
Dear 'Lucychilli'
Your poem is like gossamer, evanescent and ethereal: beautiful flight.
I'm not sure if you'd be inspired, but I have posted a new Sunday Tree, and as an experiemnt, I am inviting poets/writers to respond to the tree (or previous Sunday Trees) if they would like to. I would be honoured to have your contribution to the wood.
Best wishes, Isabel
I'm sorry I initially missed this, it's a dream of a poem shrouded in sparkling bliss.
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