Lying curled in the curve of the river water cleanses me
Ever flowing on it takes my attachments to another country
Just time to reflect on freedom from the desires of materiality
As I float in the land of dreamers, I ponder a spiritual reality
Revolving pools of energy swirl in air and water, the power of chi
Devoid of gravity I listen to the hum of Gaia’s Ohm
In supraconsciousness I look for the star of my home
Near my heart it is, but far in the cosmos I have flown.
For The Mag by Tess Kincaid and shared with dVerse
Picture le Jardin, 1962, by Max Ernst
Night of enchantment
An incorporeal, supernatural spirit
shape shifts itself to an illusionary image,
a beautiful, wistful , irresistible object of desire.
Through a flickering flame the tempter titillates the prey.
The dreamlike encounter mesmerizing the mind.
Dressed to kill it lures its victim to a tryst.
In its true nature a hidden telltale tail,
fanged overbite and hooves seen
Seeking completion of the quest
beyond material consciousness
on the wings of the higher mind
conversation with the divine
across invisible cosmology.
The rough ashlar slowly polished
in meditation gathering knowledge
building psychic ability.
Control of sensation and emotion
builds the spiritual evolution
dare to find true self within
discipline matter, free imagination
realisations carried on ether
My attempt at a Rondeau for dVerse
Paw prints in the snow
lead us to the newborn lambs
shepherd them indoors
to suckle the colostrum
for protection and protein
For Carpe Diem
Magical stories illustrating
Yesterday’s legends of chivalry and knighthood
Take us to the court of Camelot and the
Holy Grail held by the fairy queen Guinevere
Prompt MYTH from Sunday Scribblings and shared with dVerse
Picture from Wiki
I’m making a trip in my spaceship
it flies the night anywhere I like.
I may set off for fairyland
or a Venus beach with bright green sand
The man in the moon may beckon me
to explore green cheese earth cannot see
reflected light the other side of night
casting shadows grey and white
The heat of Mars might part its flames
and reveal its fiery serpents names
Mercury might mix a magical spell
to raise me up… I cannot tell
Neptune’s tunes are pure delight
in the sea of stars twinkling the night
Uranus genius inspires the mind
All kind of adventures I might find.