Candles have been lit in a room of seventy-two
my yoga mat is weaved from recycled flexi-jute
I am a wisp of silence in this doctrine old and new
seated in my soul, I am rendered mute
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
Diving into waterfalls of paradise, I'm cold
beneath a sky of midnight hue transcendently I'm yours
serenity, tranquility as every breath unfolds
I'm a temple made for you in this Elysian field of gold
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
In this peaceful state of freedom without roam
I sit chilled, frosted, frozen, I am Flame
One bougie of rushlight and suddenly I'm home
a Paschal candle without a name
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA.
September 24, 2022
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 -
Categories:
rushlight, appreciation, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
Bated young as if moth,
our rushlight engrossing as inferno,
to minds untaught of hell.
As hell itself to learned folk,
cursed with mystic beginnings,
drowned deep within their well.
Before the airy days of care,
can gently ease them in,
to the world as sheer as veil.
We bury deep insecurities,
in soil that we are oblige to love,
and scorch the earth in ways that time will only tell.
Categories:
rushlight,
Form: Epic