SURGE
Looking through a spectral
it seems there is an umbral
which havocs with the innerwal
being-ness
Words become unhing-eth
brain thinks it is be-wing-eth
heart leaps forth and singer-eth
of the mess
Which is the jelly being
am stepped outside and seeing
the eyes which are now weeing
like a spout
That light the senses drew-ed
caused all inside to flew-ed
and upwards outwards strew-ed
dropped out
............sigh, 'tis pass-erd
the rainbow vortex ax-ered
no more are we blatt-erd
Normal service.
` © Yamini Ali MacLean 2014
Very Pretty Words today.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo matched with wonderful words
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Princess Leah xxx
OK, still trying to figure this one out. Filosofee never a strong point.
ReplyDeleteCheers! Gail.
Hari OM
Deletehehehe... at least three brave souls attempted it! Apart from a visceral response to the amazing light-play over on the other side "o' the watter", there are also hints, here, of the elusiveness of the goal in meditation... one tends to always land back in the transactional mess we call 'world'.... Yxx
the time we can see rainbows is always too short...like a dream... one minute and we are back to reality :o) love the words!
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This obviously shows that mom's Poetry class in college did not take affect. It is beautiful but she is scratching her head. I told her to scratch my head instead.
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Murphy & Stanley