Breath of Contemplation

Breath of Contemplation Like the breath of serenity not ruffling still waters, Nor fire bolts leaping cloud to cloud ignited by thunder, Contemplation reclines in unexplored spaces To drink in the sweet nectar of seclusion Or revisit the rhythm of the undiscovered heart In gauzy watercolors come into focus As solitude bonds with eternity – no plagiarism of reflection - When destiny reaches out to climax with reality in soft a-ha’s As the gypsy vagabond, sovereign of unclaimed space, Simple hermit of the unentitled spirit, First lays a velvet touch upon an unnamed star Separating layers of scratchy sackcloth in the penitent soul, Musings pulling magic from the unexplored womb, Unfettered songs in melodies like softly falling sacred snow To save remnants of old revelations -a cloak of many colors – For bits and unidentified glimpses snatched by the soul and Spirit Beyond unchained chaos in conversations with the divine mind, Across the cavern of conscience a new universe to plant a celestial flag That radiates warm invitations to ponder the dusky surface depths Then return in the fragrance, exotic allure, of unveiled reveries.