cosmic colors

asrealastheycome

These days fade into shades and colors

waves of blues and greys

Reds greens yellows and others

Over and under..it flows

Above and below

Let the energy grow

The rhythm it sews

Into our fabric of existence

Until the distance between mystic and realistic is closed

Intertwines and binds, like trees and vines

Reminds the mind feelin alive is seein the signs between the lines

I’m an artist with these rhymes

I come to find, from them, my very soul it designs

The words are my brush

My spirit is the canvas

Painting pictures of the mixture

Myself, the stars, moons, and the planets

I’m cosmically touched

What sucks, I don’t think anybody truly understands it

  • Author: asrealastheycome (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2021 02:31
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • Caring dove

    Sometimes we can very much speak from our centre and who we truly are.

    A nice writing 🙂

    • asrealastheycome

      couldn’t of said it better myself !
      this one came from a deep inner self.
      Thank you yellowrose..one love 💚

      • Caring dove

        Sometimes I feel that way … that I’m truly writing from my centre and that’s a nice feeling , and it’s also easier to write from that space too 🙂

      • dusk arising

        Expressionism. Dunno about understanding it's nitty gritty necessarily but empathising with it ... oh yes.

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        The rhythm it sews into our fabric of existence. That touched me. One poet to another, I know exactly what you mean.



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