I am
“As God’s spark ensouling organic form,
I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm,
divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space and time.
I am love and light, causing heart to chime" ~ Unseeking Seeker
Through
quivering quietude
and
the pulse of Patience,
I inhale Zest,
sip from the
chalice of Zen,
when the sky weeps upon seas of stillness,
and the sun filters its amber streaks,
while hummingbird feathers
glisten and glow,
bells of life fill the petrichor air,
I rest my quill within the musical rhythm
of this wakeful heart,
close my eyes to follow the trail of tranquility.
For within my soul reverberate
divine melodies
of bliss and love,
of solace and light,
in singing silence,
mirroring sparks of galaxies,
threading hibiscus hymns
from magnetic fields,
spinning swirls of hallowed reveries
from the spine of nature,
letting the illusory mirage
of the material world
melt into estuaries
of awakened aquamarines
rushing through veins,
as vanity is veiled with lotus luminosity…
I am magic ~ an untitled sorcery,
rising from the sands of incensed clarity.
I am peace~ an unseen vibration
flowing through the roots
of ethereal grains.
I am the darker face of dusk
and the brighter grace of dawn.
Yin and yang, sculpted
with porcelain pigments
and obsidian dews.
I never vowed to paint
rainbows through tempests,
but I weather malicious
monsoons in mindfulness,
weaving odes of wisdom
and gratitude to the Almighty,
for revealing radiant runes~
on golden dunes,
a rose-rinsed reflection
of the poetic dreamer within,
in tune with the chakra chimes,
erasing egoistic mantras
written between
pages of procrastination…
So feel me beyond my name and ink,
I am more than the
superficial metaphors,
aggravated assonance,
disillusioned diction,
melancholic muse,
lyrical lament,
alienated alliterations.
I am the timeless essence
of healing in harmony,
a mere echo of
the heaven’s heartbeat,
speaking in dialects of kindness
to ease the aching angst
hanging on
cynical chapters of obscurity,
with clear consciousness
and sharpened faith…
And tonight, I waltz through astral walkways,
like fireflies drifting and ascending,
mellifluous mists of nirvana
choreographing an ambience
enveloped in
resilience and felicity,
the poet and the poem~
untamed and unlabeled
the artist and the acrylic~
unseen yet felt,
r e m e m b e r me,
a cosmic odyssey sailing through
space and time...
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2025
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