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Tranquility
One day
I saw a glowing man.
If you pricked his finger
With a thorn
Light would flow
In place of blood
Oh God! Why o why
Had I thought of
Hurting him?
He never spoke a word.
His countenance wore a tender smile
Had he read my thoughts?
His lotus eyes showered bliss
All waves ceased.
Hypnotic and a sense of sacred legend in this poem. The lingering image is the "lotus eyes".
ReplyDeletewow mystical and magic...prick his finger he flows light...this is a story that would have captured us as kids...well still does...smiles
ReplyDelete'Oh God! Why o why
ReplyDeleteHad I thought of
Hurting him?'
the magical people in this world always seem to suffer this fate~
A glowing man would definitely be a sight to see... good not to think of hurting those who are different.
ReplyDeletethis may be a stretch from the subject, but this kind of reminds me of science and how it feels it is necessary to poke and prod, and cut open beautiful and interesting people, places and things in order to understand them.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautifully written...your words resonate and there is so much meaning between the lines. Lovely!
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ReplyDeleteYour comments are thought provoking. Thank you.
How intriguing - a person who flows with light? So mystical and beautiful. As Andrea says, the magical people do seem to pay a high price. Very cool write.
ReplyDeleteVery cool! Description-very intriguing...such vast human
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