Violet

Violet flowers are on my bed again

Breathing me in, my scent of innocent sin

 

Showing me no mercy, only love and truth

Washing over me with flashes of the new

 

My vessel begins to lift as I feel the space between the bed

Clouds of transformation engulf my breath

As I exhale, all that’s left

 

Bare

Transparent

Beautiful

 

My violet spirit soars with

My gold heart and

I

Am

Free 

Reviews

[Brad MacDonald]

"My vessel begins to lift as I feel the space between the bed
Clouds of transformation engulf my breath
As I exhale, all that’s left"

Gorgeous verse that describes a fleeting moment that so many of us chase.

[:o]

You describe a beautiful transformation that's worth experiencing. I have a feeling you are a violet flower yourself. (smiles)

[Awakened Rose]

;)
Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

A very beautiful and expressive poem. Thank you for sharing...:)..............

[ron]

What a beautiful way to express spirit walking. A most beautiful write indeed.

[Clockwork]

I'm reminded of meditation experiences with a group at my school. We met every week in the chapel to meditate, and sometimes what you described in the final stanza would happen.

I've hear people who spirit walk call it "slipping your body." A period when your consciousness or essence is no longer bound to your physical form. Thus, it's no longer limited by your location or time of day. I hear it's similar to what you experience while dreaming, only it becomes a conscious act.

I like how you describe the process in this poem, and how your aura/spirit is freed as a result. You're last stanza is a superb moment of clarity and freedom. Truly Lovely.

[Awakened Rose]

Thank you so very much Christian :)

[Clockwork]

You're welcome. Sorry for all the typos the first time around.

[RONGORONGO::^/JEUSSEN/F..]

...Beautiful violet reality-dream. No other bed should exist, then.