Dawn, first rays of light
caressing a rose petal that is trembling
Within that tremble
my dawn as rose petal
Carried to endless dimensions
certain sweet wild fragrance
birthed and rebirthing
etched on timelessness
Within that tremble
my reactivation as light
caressing a rose petal that is trembling
in stillness . . .
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This poem was somehow automatic writing at dawn after a mystical experience on the 7th night of Mahashivaratri period 2014. Feeling so much blessed. Aum.
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