Spatial wanderings, an assembly of yogis and meditators
they breathe as silently as the moon when it taps out
her morse code then quiets into position.
Watching the stars as they shape into view
they become as connected as the constellation, dot to dot they thrive,
recognizing one another by the quizzical movements of each soul.
Illumined by aerial thoughts they become cloaks of light
streaming down a rite of passage as unique as their un-cloned,
celestial bodies.
Layer upon layer of awareness and enlightenment
we sediments of earth are nothing more than flimsy kites in the wind.
After we have closed eyes and filled our hungry hearts, we are ready
to re-enter and live inside this malleable encrusted place
we call earth.
December 4, 2022
Categories:
meditators, analogy,
Form: Free verse
In the garden of tranquility many souls gather
Lounging on pillows of unity,
whispering melodic ideas,
encouraging those who have the key
the meditators; the ones who cherish silence
The souls speak to their hearts in the kindest ways
Sharing ideals that were passed down from angels on high
Breathless with anticipation, wondering if today the day is
The day they ascend and becomes a master.
Categories:
meditators, spiritual,
Form: Free verse