morning lotus

 

 

I felt my hands laced behind my head

and Self as a reflection of her

lotus on water, how my head shimmers

alchemy of crown, as I am perched

sitting upside down upon her head

mirror,

hourglass to the image

She profoundly waits to give

 

then my heart began

to hum as she took me

into her womb 

I remembered the song

I was born to return to Her

in saffron sweet glow

creation,

we are mudras and

lines of luminescence pervading

heaven's all knowing distance,

absolutely erased.

 

 

Reviews

A transcendent piece. It brings forth spiritual insight in a different dimension. It is through your works insights can better be realized and pondered upon in a different light.

A wonderful piece.

[Sel Whiteley]

TRULY OUTSTANDING. I adored this poem, it was so exquisitely sensual and metaphysical. The way in which you depict two bodies merging, how the persona's Self becomes 'a reflection of her/lotus on water' has a meaning for me on so many levels; how one can just completely lose themselves in the existence of another person or 'mother nature', mentally and physically. This also seemed to be the meaning of 'hourglass to the image/she profoundly waits to give', as if the persona's waiting for the subject's/mother nature's deliverance which will, in turn, elicit her own. It appears as an exquisite echo to those last lines:

heaven's all knowing distance,
absolutely erased.

There are so many intricate threads in this poem, so many tangents and such ambiguity in who the she is - I cannot really tell who 'she' is, whether a person, demigod, 'mother earth' or all three but I think it is purposeful and I like it a lot. My favourite lines were:

I remembered the song
I was born to return to Her
in saffron sweet glow
creation,

They are so transcendental, imagistic and resonant, I just had to read them, over and over. But all the lines were brilliant. A wonderful write, thank you for sharing.

[Gandré]

ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. I think I feel so close to your words, the emission of light by the substance of your poem that has not been heated as in fluorescence and phosphorescence, I absorbed the light on an invisible wave length during reading your poem. metaphysical cream.