The Sun God pours light
upon revolving planets
and breathes words of comfort
on the darkness of the deep.
Incarnate souls cry out
in desperation of separation
Sparks of oneness trapped in matter
beyond the veil of imagination.
All things come from the mind of God
Thoughts the creator thinks
With our thoughts we can reach him
in sphere of mind possess our piece of God.
This piece of God once found
makes Heaven’s trumpets sound
Angels sing a joyous anthem
When souls abide with Shemesh.
Sunset photo by Tigerbrite
An imaginary reclining room beside the sacred pool. Moonlight silvers the water and lights the way within.
A yellow candle flame flickers on a carved red wood coffee table before a colourful curtained day bed.
I venture in to find her lighting incense, pale grey smoke with pungent scent. Golden thread glitters and shimmers in the rose pink silk of her sari.
Akasha, my guide and guardian sits, her hand brushing black hair from the delicate dark skin of her forehead preparing to listen to the dramas of the material world and sooth my soul.
Written for ‘colour festival’ by Abhra Pal at dVerse
Raphael raises yellow sun in morning air
shines from the East a crystal light of Spring.
Midday burns red fire of Summer in the South
shining Michael’s emerald green ray.
Westerly Moon reflects a silver chalice in
blue water on Gabriel’s autumnal quarter.
Dead of night at North comes Winter
Bronze cauldron of Auriel Archangel of Earth.
Seven rays of rainbow reach through the sky
a colourful ark imitating the curve of the earth
invisible white light seen in a spectrum split
through water and resting in elemental air.
Art by Sunita Khedekar http://www.khedekars.com/about-sunita/
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A Tanka posted for dVerse prompt ‘a poem of 140 characters or less’ inspired by a macro picture. Hope I got it right….
Photo by Tigerbrite
Watery dream world
gondola on Grand Canal
sighs in corners of the past
recall carnival splendour
Picture by Tigerbrite 2011.
Without the shells scream
and splatter against concrete
the building trembles.
Where are the people?
in the country family
Beirut is burning.
For the picture prompt at the Mag by Tess Kincaid
Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler
Rescued from incarceration in King Darius’ Den
and the laws of the Medes and Persians
Daniel’s devoted lion watches over him
sleeping in his coat of many colours.
Lion loves his freedom with the wandering minstrel.
The clay jar gave succulent sips of wine
Lion has filled it with water divine.
The picture is from The Mag by Tess Kincaid and offered to dVerse open night.