My hand moves across my brow,
Yet, neither hand nor brow is there.
Light!
I see…I smile into It.
Love sings to me,
And bright halos cast “Hurrahs!” into the Crest.
“More!” I call out–
And brilliant Pinnacles wave!
Light!
Light!
My Joy illumined…
My Shelter, my Comforter,
Regaling me.
Submitted by: Naimah on 03/25/2016
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Greetings Na’imah,
While reading your poem, much Light danced before me and I soon found myself enveloped within this vortex of swirling sparkling energy. The pulsating within this vortex quickened and I found myself on the plane of Muse. Some of your poems tune me directly to Muse, and when this happens, I see a soul with a peacock at their side. This peacock takes on the color of that planes frequency, and yet will sparkle the colors of other frequencies. I have seen this same thing time and time again and each viewing is just as beautiful. I want to thank you for sharing yourself in so many ways, and bringing in the Light with that sharing.
Love and Light Always,
Lesley
Lesley,
The peacocks greet me often; their presence is ALWAYS thrilling…I cannot remember a time when I did not love them. And I thank YOU for sharing and bringing in the Light!
Love and Light,
Na’imah