In solitude through the river, Ever flowing into the perfume of sweet lotus and musky woods. Lonely boat, in all your simple Imperfections, Carried by the scent, To the Mother of flowers. Where two lions stand At the ivory gates. Under the moon is Her throne In everlasting Light. I put my lips at Her feet and my hands arise. In profound adoration To the Queen of celestial bliss.
Slowly writing again, after some important changes in the offline(real) life. Also trying to be more dedicated in constructing this publication into something that is able to reflect my creative work in a safe space, away from the hostile environments of other social medias.
This poem (as the majority of things I write, weave and sew), are based on my visions, dreams and ideas about spiritual experiences and the quest for the Invisible. And even though many people might not be interested or aligned with any belief system around the Spirit, I hope it to be at least a nice piece of fantasy that brings a bit more enchantment to your days :)