This will be my last posting from the recent collection Free To Be Me. I wish to thank all the visitors who stopped by to read the poems, liked a few, and commented on some. I won’t be posting but on occasion as I am going on a sabbatical to work on my second novel. I am also going to take the luxury of time to visit all the sites I have been remiss in responding to with return visits. Spring is here, time to sit in the garden and write.
A sacred place
There is a sacred place for everyone including
you, where there are mountains in your rocking
chair time, and from where you sit you can see
as far as the spirit wanders and the eyes amaze.
A place for you where the sun remains anchored
to the universe, the world revolves and falls
backwards into the waiting arms of the full moon,
into a safe space, where your thoughts become one.
Where you can stand astride the earth, stretch
your arms to tether the polar caps and captain this
giant ball of atoms as it hurdles and spins through
matter, creating a wind of possibility combing your mind.
In this your sacred space, the sky envelops you.
You are part of all that you see, and in the distance
a silver horizon drawn on a white canvas, slowly
disappearing into canyons of your mind, searching deep
into your soul, where you become a part of every possibility.
the visible boundary is the luminescent aura
of all that surrounds you, where in the remnants
of rainbows you go gently embracing your spirit,
letting yourself believe in you.