The Empire of the Soul

The Empire of the Soul

A Poem by The Blood Poet

the sacred wound

a sacred life

the womb

that no knife

can cut.

The tribe

migration

deeper into the

mountains

looking for the

empire of the soul.

This empire

built on solid ground

made from only the rock of grounded

wisdom and

centered love.

Each brick

made with a truth

that cannot break.

A kingdom made of light.

This truth

this light

cannot falter

as former lands fell

made of the fallacy

that others made.

No.

Your kingdom

will not fall

under you

but shelter you all through the night

and beyond.

© 2016 The Blood Poet


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"grounded
wisdom and
centered love"
This is a SUPERB definition of the empire of the soul.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Blood Poet

10 Years Ago

Thank you! A wonderful compliment.

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Added on June 15, 2013
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The Blood Poet
The Blood Poet

Vancouver, BC, Canada



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Published poet, children's author and illustrator. I teach creative writing and art. Looking to meet other wondrous writing souls. more..

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