Aura

My ideas about auras. I chose to write about my own, because I know it the best.

I am surrounded,

By a bright swirling shell.

A glowing dome of infinity,

Reflecting my true soul.

 

Layer upon glowing layer

Shine outward with my radiance,

Confidence, intelligence, creativity

All wrapped around me.

 

Violet, indigo, lavender,

And blue blend together

In an intricate, spinning dance

Around everything that is me.

 

It flares with all the colors

At the slightest thought

Or the smallest feeling.

Me, layed out like a book.

 

Around me, I perceive

Millions of sparkling hues

Enveloping millions of people.

I learn, love, and see.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

Good piece. maybe you can put in some ideas that will bring in a feel of having an invisible glory around all of us, as we are unaware how we all shine bright.

good form, well imparted message.

a good piece

[Constance]

Like another reviewer below, I saw auras when I was younger, sometimes so vividly. I would see them fade in the sick and the dying, see them shine in those who had found a purpose. You expressed this beautifully, Justin. I wouldn't change a thing, because you were honest and at your purest, here with this work.

[Wildfleour]

Justin - I knew there was a reason why I like your writing so much! Here is the proof! We sense the same things, my friend.

Your aura is a great one; I am not surprised.

Oh, and great poem too, my friend! :)

[Jordan Novak]

I really like this. Really vivid descriptions - easy to picture - the colors make me think of warmth. Nice job.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This is quite stunning. I once had a friend tell me mine was violet - and that it meant I was healing from something that was probably the case at the time although I know it is the color of the seventh chakra as well - which means you are quite and Enlightened being. Blessed Be in all your hues. Thank you. This is lovely.
Light,
Siddartha

[J]

I used to be able to see people's auras quite vividly when I was younger; at first, I questioned why, but I later learnt to accept it as a gift. I think everyone has their own version of what each colour means (being synaesthetic, I often hear and feel colour too, along with other sense-mixups). To me, blue is over-riding spirit, emotion; violet, indigo and lavender, all facets of this but more third-eye, piercing, I guess.

Mine is violet and white, with a touch of red.

Thanks for the comment you left me, btw.
J

[Mary Sessions]

a great poem.