sing my song …
in the Garden She shone
golden hair falling like ripples
upon the blue ocean
the grace of a soul-light presence
before me
eyes smiling aflame within me
trip lightly …
through the flowers?
shhh …
allow your self the flow of the sylvan carpet
glide the light-path to the rose beyond the tulips
beyond the river?
no thoughts …
allow the self to be guided by the melody
and in your Silence seek me
closing my eyes
I embraced the beauty within
footsteps rustling petals and leaves
the breeze
like a whisper caressing my features
toes tripping
tiptoeing through tulips
the meandering river and beyond
to white sands
a rose and the ocean
I opened my eyes
to the vision within before me
Her song singing
I am the Rose - I am the Ocean
the flower my heart
I dove the depths of my soul-reflection
When the poem sings within the inner voice of the reader, you know that it is the Shakti of Inspiration, Creativity, and Mata Saraswati that has blown through you. "Saheetya cannot be read. It is a detached witness. It is the Great Sage that tells the story. Just as Narada told unto Valmiki The Ramayan, Mahasaraswati sings to you the poem. We are not ordinary writers." This is what came to me when I read this poem.
beauty and peace,words conjuring images and silence
John King is the author of "Warrior of the Silence," "Angel Star" and "The cild and Silence." All three books are available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/John-King/e/B00CBKKQMO/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1