She Comes With Slippers on Her Feet, Dancing. Sonnet, to Victor Kwok. A Dedication
She comes with slippers on Her feet, dancing.
Pit a pat, tit, tat, diddle, riddle, tiddle Sat,
My Heart beats fire!
Her inner Sun burns my Shadows;
The darkness melts into a glorious rainbow,
Glittering in my Core.
Together we twirl and move vibrantly.
The golden splendour of Her gracefulness,
Fills my Essence with a paragon of Light,
Emanating the Love that sparkles.
An intra-arterial hue arises,
And my face becomes flushed.
The moonbeams gleam from Heaven,
Colouring the sweet-scented blossoms of my Soul.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, Copyrighted, 22nd October, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
The flames of Surrender, illuminated my Heart with an ethereal glow, and I thus became drunk, in the bliss of infinity's wine. I danced with the joy of millennia, now anchored inside my sacred Temple. I bathed in an alcove of perennial sweetness, talking in Silence to my Soul
The beauty of the moon
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