D.O.D

D.O.D

A Poem by Jessi Leigh
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Experience during a death meditation

"
Breathe into life
Exhale to death
fall softly onto purple pillow


Sapphire blue beneath the innocence of white robes
Purist Egyptian gold overlay;
Fire torches blazing
Bound to altar of the night

Masked men of Anubis
Tall and mighty stand
ready
waiting

One draws near
the gleaming blade of his spear,
hovering over my heart
Be it death
Be it Now

No fear,
 a sick sense of liberation,
time to move on, move up
Drive your murderous gleaming blade into my heart;
set me free.

I am not of this world, merely in it...

A gentle hum hum humming
ears vibrating
rainful sounds of soothing waterfall
a waterfall, which hides a cave
a cave which homes Shaman Woman
A shaman woman
Giving life to her granddaughter.

Pools of blue and streams of white light
It'll be okay dear, you've made it.
No faces, just voices
recognition of the heart
Eyes close mind drifts

Purple pillow is once again found






© 2011 Jessi Leigh


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 Jessi Leigh
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I loved this Jessi.....everything....1st the style....free and easy with each stanza cascading into the next.....effortlessly...then the colorful, vivid images that crack like a whip (just seemed appropriate to use)...You made it so easy for the reader to see and feel and understand where the purple pillow fits and why. But the line that will stay with me and sums up this write perfectly as well as ties it all together:
I am not of this world, merely in it....whew! How true
not always of course, but hard to find our way home when we don't know where or how we fit...
The next stanza as well is as good as it gets...terrifically crafted and narrated
great write, Jessi
saved in Library,
allen

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This one really touches upon the differences I envisage with every word and thought you express. Your colors and seasons - even your night sounds are not mine. But I appreciate them.

Chris

Posted 12 Years Ago


A feeling of finality as we exist merely on borrowed time, clinging to every moment we can.

Wondrous!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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So many thoughts rushing through my mind. The hist... Accurate historical references (always a delight), the form and style, the imagry, the story, the issues raised. You have created a saphire

Posted 12 Years Ago


I loved this Jessi.....everything....1st the style....free and easy with each stanza cascading into the next.....effortlessly...then the colorful, vivid images that crack like a whip (just seemed appropriate to use)...You made it so easy for the reader to see and feel and understand where the purple pillow fits and why. But the line that will stay with me and sums up this write perfectly as well as ties it all together:
I am not of this world, merely in it....whew! How true
not always of course, but hard to find our way home when we don't know where or how we fit...
The next stanza as well is as good as it gets...terrifically crafted and narrated
great write, Jessi
saved in Library,
allen

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

marvelous treat. well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

great poem!!! good work

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I love the title you chose for this piece and i enjoyed reading every single word of this poem. Really nice job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what an amazing experience , written so vividly , with sound and color , an energy that transcends the screen .

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely written Jess, I was almost there too... what an immagination! thanks for sharing with us!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ooh That I like! Thanks Dream Weaver xx

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on September 6, 2011
Last Updated on September 6, 2011
Tags: eygptian, dreams, meditation, adventure, past lives, reincarnation

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 Jessi Leigh
Jessi Leigh

Cape Town, South Africa



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I love to speak my mind. My words are rough and pretty raw. I get overwhelmed by life pretty easily, but love to push myself and see just how much I can take in. I'm here to learn, to grow, to e.. more..

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