Symphony of Persephone
Drinking red wine
as a
downward shift
A shift toward slowing
down
to see, the softer side
of her
Things that go bump in the
night,
with sweet clattering sounds
but oft go unnoticed
by
the rushed mind of brutes
Yes – it may look
like a moss-covered
forest
to you,
young lady
But in reality, you are
walking
in the quantum field
of God
And you are yourself,
no small
nook
For you too, are part
of that
quantum field of love
A good spring day, is all you
need
to find yourself
Find that place in the woods,
where
wines taste best
And begin to sample your
own soul
with happy libation
under
the wild branches of her loveliness
And let yourself be enthralled
and dismantled
by the Spirit of the Wood
Enthralled too, by Nature’s
never-ending
spirit of wanderlust
And let us throw ourselves
complete
into the breach of Nature’s Glory
Planting our seed with Persephone's
blessing,
To outpace the slow measured rhythm
of time
and the long faltering shadows – that creep behind us
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Copyright © Spinoza Christopher | Year Posted 2021
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