the sky is my delight & favorite mystery. the wind joins in
with a sound track of primal rippling, swirling aeolian music
that rushes wildly through my hair in long pale fingers of cool curved air.
something deep down within feels the allure of distant space & hears the
faint synchronized singing of the blazing stars. they sound like crystal chimes
& tiny bells, & they tell me that they would like to roll their song through
me like a soft warm translucent sphere of healing mist & sweet blessing.
how can i remain separate with all life flirting outrageously
with me? i am not so hard & solid any more. the sky comes all
the way to the ground & wraps itself around me emphatically.
i'm not wanting to get away from it: i know it for a blessing.
"you can take me now, sky!" i cry. "roll your holy song through me, bright stars!
i fully consent." i can't quite say what happens next, because it is
all as nonverbal as it can be. i can say that i am changed now:
i'm not fully of this earth any more. i have cosmic family,
relatives that can claim me from before planet earth even exists.
the sky has done its duty, reuniting me with far family.
the sky is just another word for space after it has taken off
its shiny jewelry & wrapped it in air & clouds & wind & rain.
the sky is domesticated space. just as i have reached up to it
& honored it, so it has been called down to me reciprocally.
i know that all of this comes about because of Your presence, Shiva.
Your hand has been busy in all this earthly & cosmic blending, for
Your work is behind the scenes. it is only because i hold Your hand
in mine that i am able to come as far as i have. You are my
guide & protector, Shiva, & i am as close to You as Your own
existence, actually being a part of You. i am truly,
assuredly, a cell in Your Body, blue like sky curving above
& wrapping around: Your holy arms holding me soft, like love itself.
i am 82, living in a nursing home and deepening my spiritual life as is appropriate as one ages. i am a student of the Sanatana Dharma and a devotee of Lord Shiva.
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11 thoughts on “holding me soft, like love itself”
Oh this was so much fun, so visual, in bright sky colors.
I think the main theme you summed up with a question:)
“how can i remain separate with all life flirting outrageously”
Well for a total sensitive as yourself, dear J it would be impossible.I vibrated and enjoyed so many lines all the way through…
“that rushes wildly through my hair in long pale fingers of cool curved air.”
How I see those long pale fingers of cool curved air… Gorgeous!
“& they tell me that they would like to roll their song through
me like a soft warm translucent sphere of healing mist & sweet blessing.”
Oh yes I too would trust those translucent spheres of healing..to roll right through me as if I were no longer atomic..
the sky is domesticated space. just as i have reached up to it
& honored it, so it has been called down to me reciprocally.
The sky knows how to touch you…The Creator is the Best of “Domesticators”…
Loved it all from beginning to end soulkin…Does it show? *smiles ❤️🤗🌈🦋
its interesting how these poems have their own life & intent beyond what i alone imagined. thats my very favorite part of it: being surprised by what ends up being expressed🤗it always takes me in deeper🥰✨
thanks for your lovely & meaningful communication❤️
Oh this was so much fun, so visual, in bright sky colors
i think the main theme you summed up with a question:)
“how can i remain separate with all life flirting outrageously”
Well for a total sensitive as yourself, dear J it would be impossible.I vibrated and enjoyed so many lines all the way through…
“that rushes wildly through my hair in long pale fingers of cool curved air.”
How I see those long pale fingers of cool curved air… Gorgeous!
“& they tell me that they would like to roll their song through
me like a soft warm translucent sphere of healing mist & sweet blessing.
Oh yes I too would trust those translucent spheres of healing..to roll right through me as if I were no longer atomic..
the sky is domesticated space. just as i have reached up to it
& honored it, so it has been called down to me reciprocally.
The sky knows how to touch you…The Creator is the Best of “Domesticators:…
Loved it all from beginning to end soulkin…Does it show? *smiles ❤️🤗🌈🦋
Distant space and the synchronised singing of the stars… such breathtaking images, felt like i was in a trance. Simply beautiful. Thank you, Joy.🙏🏼🙏🏼♥️🌟
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Oh this was so much fun, so visual, in bright sky colors.
I think the main theme you summed up with a question:)
“how can i remain separate with all life flirting outrageously”
Well for a total sensitive as yourself, dear J it would be impossible.I vibrated and enjoyed so many lines all the way through…
“that rushes wildly through my hair in long pale fingers of cool curved air.”
How I see those long pale fingers of cool curved air… Gorgeous!
“& they tell me that they would like to roll their song through
me like a soft warm translucent sphere of healing mist & sweet blessing.”
Oh yes I too would trust those translucent spheres of healing..to roll right through me as if I were no longer atomic..
the sky is domesticated space. just as i have reached up to it
& honored it, so it has been called down to me reciprocally.
The sky knows how to touch you…The Creator is the Best of “Domesticators”…
Loved it all from beginning to end soulkin…Does it show? *smiles ❤️🤗🌈🦋
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its interesting how these poems have their own life & intent beyond what i alone imagined. thats my very favorite part of it: being surprised by what ends up being expressed🤗it always takes me in deeper🥰✨
thanks for your lovely & meaningful communication❤️
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My pleasure to read 💕you soulkin Always 👍🤗🙏🌹
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Oh this was so much fun, so visual, in bright sky colors
i think the main theme you summed up with a question:)
“how can i remain separate with all life flirting outrageously”
Well for a total sensitive as yourself, dear J it would be impossible.I vibrated and enjoyed so many lines all the way through…
“that rushes wildly through my hair in long pale fingers of cool curved air.”
How I see those long pale fingers of cool curved air… Gorgeous!
“& they tell me that they would like to roll their song through
me like a soft warm translucent sphere of healing mist & sweet blessing.
Oh yes I too would trust those translucent spheres of healing..to roll right through me as if I were no longer atomic..
the sky is domesticated space. just as i have reached up to it
& honored it, so it has been called down to me reciprocally.
The sky knows how to touch you…The Creator is the Best of “Domesticators:…
Loved it all from beginning to end soulkin…Does it show? *smiles ❤️🤗🌈🦋
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Like love itself …
True ♥️
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🤗🥰🙏🏼❤️
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♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
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So amazing. Anita
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thank you, Anita🙏🏼❤️
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Distant space and the synchronised singing of the stars… such breathtaking images, felt like i was in a trance. Simply beautiful. Thank you, Joy.🙏🏼🙏🏼♥️🌟
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🔱🙏🏼❤️✨✨✨❤️🙏🏼🔱
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