After wandering long thread
of lonely moons, I glide
down silver strings, land
in valley below where willows
brush my face. I gaze into
crystal water, still and clear
and sky smiles back at me. The
universe swirls and moves in milky
hues, white, blue, purple; argent,
lustrous, resplendent. The kiss
is soft, sweet. Cascading vines
entangle, burgeoning florets
burst. Fragrant crimson rain
falls from heaven, soaks me:
love, nectar of life. Ordinary
becomes divine, waters sing,
trees clap, veil rips. Then wind
laughs and flees– but I catch
scent of lavender, honeysuckle
and rose– and I’m always following
its aromatic sanguine trail.
*Amrita- nectar, ambrosia, drink, honey, wine (source: dictionary.com).
From Wikipedia: It is a Sanskrit word that literally means “immortality”. It appears in the Rig Veda (ancient Indian text) as a drink that confers immortality. In Greek mythology it carries a similar meaning to “ambrosia”.
From Wayside Word Garden: I refer to it as “living water”.
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