Poetry to Inspire You
Bubble Talk
a feeling of awe
when the bubble did appear
arriving as spirit
so beautifully clear
floating, communicating
with a powerful presence
a pure and simple awareness
this was a new level of sharedness
an immediate response
gratitude for this presence
spoken out loud
to this awaiting pure essence
an essence of spirit
calling to my own
one bubble to another
perhaps each a clone
of total oneness
gagi 11/07/18
A Living Column of Light
witnessed from a distance
when approaching a town square
rising from a rocky area
a brilliant column of light
there were people walking past
did they see it? did they know?
or was it just part of their every day
acceptance of this brilliant flow
coming closer, the column was moving
there were spiralling tube-like strands
all inter-woven with rising movement
spheres of light inside the tubes
the tubes themselves appeared wall-less
or walls so clear, they disappeared
the spheres of light were moving upwards
a mesmerizing dance of light
the colours were varied
they were of pearl-like opaque hues
each a spinning bubble
all combined, a coordinated going to
going to – that was the mystery
no sense of height to where it went
but it came from the ground below us
perhaps earth to heaven sent
spheres or bubbles of flowing light
a movement of living light
what is it we now can see?
has our awareness reached a new height?
is this an expanded sense of sight?
and what does this mean?
is seeing believing?
or is acceptance transcendence?
this living column of light
gagi 11/07/18
A Beckoning
full Moon in her glory
shone thru the glass
i gazed up and saw her
and she removed her mask
for a moment we stared into
each other’s eyes
the intensity of the moment
was a total surprise
there was an exchange
as i was admiring her
but how would one know
what was next to occur?
returning to bed
closing eyes to then sleep
reflecting upon her many gifts
that we constantly reap
and then within moments
brilliant light did appear
third eye was opened
and vision was clear
spheres of light and of colour
came tumbling thru
you could see thru one to another
their blue-green tints many hues
a blending and a swirling
then a quieting down
what was delivered
disappeared with no sound
a magical moment
a beckoning of sorts
that third eye a doorway
to other realms’ cohorts
stillness and quiet
soon took me to sleep
the gratitude for Moon’s gift
is a treasure i’ll keep
gagi 10/25/18