Meditation on the Fashion
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on the fashion of understanding,
adjoining together
nothing and everything.
Golden Intuition spurs self driven vehicle
by the starry means of
the centrifugal forces of moment-tomes.
The mind transmigrating the realms of sacred verses,
where feelings blossom and silverly flourish
as an eden in everland,
where promise is kept with the landscape
of manicured bonds-eye garden and ethereal plains.
I close my eyes, and let the world fade away,
embracing the serenity that comes in ultra secure confidentiality.
In this sacred space,
where truth knows no vagabonds
and withholds not within a system of caste.
I dance there with my thoughts
as though she was my confidant and mistress,
the one who has always known me
and avows me to be, myself.
Cleansed with every breath,
I release the crestfallen and attempts
of little deaths in order to
unravel the wisdom of enigmas that are comfortable signposts of eigypse journey.
In the temple of my mind, I find the silver tongues
of translate vision in a profoundness
of truth's parabled ink, drawing me in.
Ascension mounts it's flowing mantle
of tableaux in sanctuary font,
as I taste the grounding drift of silence, as it softly dictates predated predicate,
holding me aloft in it's nouns, verbs and objective adjectives.
Like a delicate flytrap lotus,
my consciousness unfurls,
in a vast universe of marmaladen galaxy,
a steady breadth of phase shift,
charting a course through chaste emotions,
that rise and fall like billowed gales
on a melodrome sea.
In the depths of this august stillness
of breathing sails, I surrender
to the gentle cadence of milky silence,
I behold, a lightly hold
of portaled endowment
imbued by passaged thoughts,
will-wisps in disguise,
that are mysterious encantations of solidified time.
Hopefulness guides me through kind realms
where clarity is a suggestion on the crystal wind,
a crossroad of gradient direction.
I close my eyes, and let the world fade away,
Unraveling the Gordian plot,
unknotting the appretensions-bleak.
Embracing the blue serenity that speaks, drumbs
the rushing waters that bathe me in their security.
And as I open my eyes, a sense of wonder
is material witness,
for I’ve touched the essence, the eternal muse,
a searchlight companion-spotlighting the endless treasures of honest contemplations.
A gateway to liberation, where bliss has no greater pleasure than to measure me within it's empyrean treasure.
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Jude Herrick
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