Night Owl

The Door

 

And so it begins... each session an unknown,

like a blank canvas waiting for its first stroke.

Chanting as my visions arrive like watercolors washing over me, the door opens.

Tonight Shiva is my guide.  

I know nothing about this divine immortal, only his invitation. 

Bathed in song, I observe the deities sacred markings and dancing cobra.

The awakened snake rises up my spine and his comforting hands rest upon mine.

My temple feet ache but my palms float effortlessly over my willing friend.  

As time slows into silence, the candles burn but never flicker.

  • Author: Night Owl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2018 19:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: My personal account of a hands on healing session.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • Night Owl

    TY-- So glad you enjoyed it-- I'm a photographer and I think that's why my writes become so visual :))

  • Suresh

    CHEERISH EVERY MOMENT THAT BRINGS HARMONY INTO YOUR ENVIRONMENT, MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY
    CHEERISH THE ALONE MOMENTS THAT GETS YOU ONE ON ONE WITH.....
    CHEERISH THE NATURE THAT OPENS A PATH TO....
    CHEERISH THAT WHICH CAN TRANSPORT YOU TO

    A REALM OF SERENITY

  • Night Owl

    Yes indeed and I do :))



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