The illusion beckons at you to
come,
play
with the shadows
that sway
under the hooded shade of twilight
We were meant to be
this darkness and me
The light twixt with the shadowed steeple
to make darklight
This juxtaposed divinity
within us
existing
since the first rainbow lit the storm skies
of infinity
The enigma
spreads her mist of Maya
over lands far and wide
I dare you to see, she says,
I dare you to see,
I dare you to see, she says,
past the lies
I dare you to feel, she says,
I dare you to feel,
I dare you to feel the truth
reflected in my eyes, she says
And I
fall
into her inky vortex
cocooned in the knowledge
she will catch me,
holy mother,
divine light
shining so bright.
I see you.
come,
play
with the shadows
that sway
under the hooded shade of twilight
We were meant to be
this darkness and me
The light twixt with the shadowed steeple
to make darklight
This juxtaposed divinity
within us
existing
since the first rainbow lit the storm skies
of infinity
The enigma
spreads her mist of Maya
over lands far and wide
I dare you to see, she says,
I dare you to see,
I dare you to see, she says,
past the lies
I dare you to feel, she says,
I dare you to feel,
I dare you to feel the truth
reflected in my eyes, she says
And I
fall
into her inky vortex
cocooned in the knowledge
she will catch me,
holy mother,
divine light
shining so bright.
I see you.
I like this. Seems like it was a self-exploring journey for you.
ReplyDeleteIt's all a self-exploring journey for me :).
ReplyDeleteTouche.. but this one in particular it stays true to you.
ReplyDeleteThe interplay between that of poet and reader is intriguing to say the least. While there are some poems which are dear to me (some more so than others, this included) I would say each one has reflected a different, though always aligned, point in my journey, and each stays true to me.
ReplyDeleteMore often than not, a set of fresh eyes reach a better judgement. I can however agree with you - as my sentiments towards my scribblings are more or less the same.
ReplyDeletePersonally I wouldn't call either better or worse- I know my journey better having lived it and am privvy to a different set of information, you have the unbiased eye and the liberty to interpret the poem as you will, so it's more like just different perspectives rather than a qualitative one. It's that thin line that is blurred between objective and subjective as well. Thank you for that though, you made me consider this poem more deeply and introspectively when you shared your insight.
ReplyDeleteI am but much honored.. food for thought - thats how 'humans' meet.. :)
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