Poetry that Floats


The spirit, my spirit
Likes to dress in poems
I don’t know ten languages

I don’t know how to rhyme
I only care for the cadence
Of sunrise, of airy matter

Of dreams of lime and appetites
Mystical, metaphors for
The future of mind, the home

Where I reside is an art form
A sadhana of process
A pure light of beauty that burns

Silver to gold to shaded sun
In the blue infinity of my inner world
The spirit, my spirit

Likes it very much
Why don’t you come and float
Awhile? Since we are creators

Entering matter with spiritual intent
Keeping the holiness of the body
Like a star, warm and life-affirming.

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Peacock-03-478274993

2 thoughts on “Poetry that Floats

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s