Gateways To The Sacred

February 19, 2012

image credit: Judith Lamare

Crystal droplets of morning dew
On a soft pink rose
Grey blue patches peeking through
Layers of mist on the distant mountains
Shafts of sunbeams on the bare floorboards
Shining through a narrow window
Citrus aroma wafting up from
Amber earl grey tea in bone china
An aria escaping the lace curtained basement window
On the side-walk of a city street
Blue sky reflected in tidal pools amongst barnacled rocks
Children’s laughter as they run between
Clean laundry swaying from the clothesline
Cresting the hill through a verdant tropical forest bursting onto
Pounding aquamarine Atlantic waves foaming on white sand
Strains of Beethoven from a hobo’s violin
On the platform of a busy train station
The symphonic pace of walking in tandem with my dog
In the soft morning rain

I replay these sonatas to
Everyday sacred space
In less expanded states
In moments of awareness
I touch divinity within myself
That resonate in the experience of everyday living
Not encapsulated in any thing or person
Sacred space is within and without
In the temple of everyday life
Gateways to the sacred

{ 4 comments }

1 Monica Junck 02.19.12 at 7:17 pm

Ahh, lovely.

2 mergingpoint 02.21.12 at 8:38 am

sacred space indeed within and without…:)

beautifully said Miruh!!!

3 Miruh 02.21.12 at 12:35 pm

Hello Monica,

Glad you like it. Came to me while I was walking the dog. Rushed in the door: Quick, a poem!

Thanks for the appreciation. :)

4 Miruh 02.21.12 at 12:38 pm

Hello Mergingpoint,

Thanks for your gracious presence here.

Hope you had a profound Shivaratri!!!

Namaste!

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