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Mystic Spirit Lives

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.

Arid Cactus Cloud Formation Dark Clouds Daylight

Arid Cactus Cloud Formation Dark Clouds Daylight

May I have a seat at your table?
Let’s break bread, you and I.
We can talk of dragonflies and fairies.
We can plan our walk of spring.

Infinite reflections stir ripples on a pond.
Merge with me.
Melt into my soul.
Whisper living lyrics in my ear.

The night is young.
Our time is ripe.
Pluck me from the tree of life.
Snag the thoughts from my mind.

Do you want to know what’s inside my mind?
Do you understand what’s inside my heart?
Do you feel connected as from the start?
Be open, be true.

Walk barefoot with me in the thirsty desert.
We will walk to the ends of infinity and back.
Listen to reflective thoughts that float on the winds of time.
Gently massage the bottom of your feet in the desert sands.

Receive winter’s energy in this season of love.
Receive freely the warmth from another sun.
Sleep peacefully under the parallel moon.
The spirit animals will watch over you as a sleeping child.

Dream that time ever was.
Tomorrow is passed into eternity.
Greet your destiny at the gate.
Remembrance of who you are is written in the book of life.

© 2020 Laurie S Novak

Comments

Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on December 10, 2020:

Thank you so much, Roby! I try. I'm glad it spoke to you. Sometimes I wonder who's actually writing my poems. It's like I'm the conduit of a larger energy. It means a lot that you take time to read them, for that I am grateful. Love and light.

Robin Easton on December 10, 2020:

This is SO beautiful, dear Laurie. There are so many raw, honest lines here that I was left reeling while reading. It's as if the poem took hold of me and would not let me go until the very last line. Then, it was a deep, deep sigh.

This just brought tears of immediate knowing to my eyes:

"Walk barefoot with me in the thirsty desert.

We will walk to the ends of infinity and back.

Listen to reflective thoughts that float on the winds of time.

Gently massage the bottom of your feet in the desert sands."

I can't tell you how many times I have felt this way..."to infinity and back." Oh, my dear friend, this is a beautiful, passionate, visceral poem. Thank you sooo much. You are as beautiful as your poems. Sending you so much gratitude and love. Roby

Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on December 10, 2020:

Thank you, Linda and Hyn for your kind comments! I'm glad you both enjoyed it. I don't mind at all, Hyn for your interpretation. I like it. Peace!

Hyn Edwit on December 10, 2020:

I really enjoyed this. I can hear your poem's voice, as if singing a narrative, reassuring the mystic spirit that it will be the sole witness for its departure. The mystic spirit surely lives on.

What I've written above is my interpretation of your piece, I hope you don't mind.

Great write!

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on December 09, 2020:

This is a lovely poem. The ideas that you've shared are very interesting to think about. The photo is beautiful.

Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on December 09, 2020:

Thank you, Peggy! I so enjoy writing. And yes, 'til the season of love. Merry Christmas to you and yours (early).

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on December 09, 2020:

I enjoyed vicariously walking along with you and being open to our shared thoughts while soaking up the desert scenery. I like your idea of a "season of love." Let it be so always!