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written for Unseeking Seekers contest.
When finally I get rid of a migraine attack and can't stop writing. Hah. Took me on a spiritual journey through words.
“I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realise” Unseeking Seeker
When the sun and soul
speak in seraphic silence,
I listen to the sacred songs
within my inner psyche,
resonating with vibrant vibrations
amidst macabre melodies,
tapping on gardenia gateways
crafted in sheer gracefulness.
In stillness, when the solar
skies are wrapped
in cosmic eruptions,
portraying the angst
suppressed within,
I rise and shine as the glimmer
of purified gold outlining
the phoenix moon
with citrine cinders,
while ego consistently
tries to veil the jasmine radiance,
like dominoes falling
in shifting patterns within
porcelain prosperity.
But I refuse to be trapped
in a vortex of vicious visions,
persisting in following
clusters of cluttered thoughts.
I embrace myself beyond any
conditioned concepts
that seek validation
from superficial voices
and material artifacts.
The mind of a spirit
consumed with fears
is a capricious entity,
stealing the perennial
blades of fragrant ferns
thriving in the wildflower woods
of silken serenity.
So tonight, I strum
with patience and mindfulness
delicate strings of vulnerability,
tuning sanguine symphonies
that drift and waver
out of harmony,
to illustrate a choir of pixie fairies,
illuminating the magic of love
from self-acceptance.
For I am both dusk and dawn;
amethyst ashes
and emerald embers,
chanting muted mantras
to the rhythm of Kundalini.
I’ve seen dandelions
dance like dragonflies
before twinkling trinkets.
I’ve waltzed through
cascading fire,
hypnotized by the luminous light
that gently envelops
my mystical ink.
I’ve heard the
wintry willows whisper
woeful odes into
the nocturnal night.
I was once tangled in
narcissistic games of fickleness,
and I’ve tasted scathing opinions
served on silver platters.
Yet, I still feel the
aesthetic warmth
of intuitive spring
radiate in roseate rituals,
unlocking the crown chakra to
align with chamomile constellations,
in complete divinity.
Through nurtured nature,
I’ve attained sublime euphoria
bestowed from the seventh star,
reflecting God’s heartbeat.
O enlightened heart,
let the wind and waves
intertwine to paint
a halcyon horizon,
while galaxies sketch
eagle-winged silhouettes
from unicorn flashes.
The mauve Milky Way
witnesses how
cashmere seas of
clouds reveal an Elysian crescent,
awakening a tranquil
twilight etched with a zestful zenith.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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