moon’s swing door
the white rock sails adored –
silent swing door to sanctuaries
imagined beyond where
each being claims its mystery
un-evidenced
winged by unknown purpose
spirit seeks shelter
tumbling through cells
to the orb of a home –
embodied in you and me spirit mimics
nature’s mirrors moments after now
though once inner vision unfolds
our dreams are branded …
framed by the one eye
supreme to all eyes …
sun’s furnace illuming draperies
history sanctioned
seemingly evidenced
but for the singular breath
of insight needling between
obvious fabrics to thread
intense tales of beauty …
sample of my occasional art, 1998
The poem was inspired by June’s full moon.
Places accumulate impressions, snippets of reality that draw us forever into experiences from different directions and points in time. The one place we carry with us – OUR BODY – remembers what reason does not. While the intellect sorts memories into virtual boxes and slaps on the tag ‘facts,’ the body, animated by each breath, deeply informs our singular perception, helps us to adjust the past, refine the relationship with ourselves and others in the present, and opens a new wavelength and vision towards the future.
‘
The experience you have within yourself of your separate identity, to allow right and wrong to be re-defined by you, your singular contribution, is where evolution really happens. You, by becoming yourself, can open a new wavelength. What you reflect immediately influences your environment, people close and far away.’
Fazal Inayat-Khan, notes from an attended lecture, 1989
‘Spirit without soul has no vessel – soul without spirit has no direction.’ Roberto Assagioli
Course of Mirrors 
That was beautiful and cleansing. Thank you for sharing this, Ashen. 🙂 xxx
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Thanks Sophie ☼
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Great cadence:
White rock sails
swing speak
spray pray
adore wind
spirit seeks
wraps in sail’s
evidence…
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🙂 a scadence then …
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Hi,
I love this. It is a beautiful view of what happens within us as we take in the experiences that we incur and how they affect us and our perception if we will let them.
Thanks.
Shalom,
Patricia
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Thank you, Pat. I best recall this receiving grace around full moon. Shalom.
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Lovely Ashen thank you – opening up and reflecting more clearly –
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Open, open, open … it’s a good word/mantra I don’t always remember 🙂
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Remarkable verses…. Your poem truly resonated with me! … Thanks for sharing!… Aquileana ⭐
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Thank you, Aquileana ☼
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