the magician erased me

if I am invisible, I cannot feel pain

I gave me up in a mushroom cloud

and light seemed to strike from every angle

could it be the philosopher's stone

has rubbed me smooth?

a sparkle once died

but once again my life

when me is forgotten

finds creation as its metaphor

 

a simple sacrement

bears a stone cast into water

the waves connect

hourglass from above

rays outward

every wish for heaven's power

mine to use if what

I claim is given

 

I drift

sun among the clouds

that hide brilliance

I cannot claim

for if I did

I would blind

Reviews

[Gandré]

oh gosh... Nan. You made me cry wih the depth of your beautiful poem... your thought in this one is so incredible independent.. My new favorite of yours! This poem ... is shier beauty, humbleness, validity for me, too.... one starts to read it... it is promising and how you implicate the atmosphere, the sun giving guidance and let us be witness of this transience of a moment - fantastic, this is holistic writing,

I gave me up in a mushroom cloud

and light seemed to strike from every angle -------my favorite lines...



........seeing the whole and finding oneself in small small steps.. it is so pleasant to stay here and hard to close this site. spiritual healing, my dear!!