Thursday, June 20, 2013

The Sacred Scent 

A perfume of confusion lingers 
as my confessions sweep me into a 
               dark chasm. 

The splendid scent of my fall 
still vibrates through me
truth is obscurity's prisoner 
as I roam these forgotten realms. 

The presence of some frequency I desire alludes 

Oblivion is fought with intention 
The fire is fading 
purer embers dwell deep 
hesitating until 
a shift in consciousness ignites 

My soul feels like a clouded glass chalice 
The sky spins so fast above me

I hunt for a serene whisper 
where a breath of love speaks 
Where two aspects become one

I hunt for merciful wings 
the divine prey haunts me 
and I am a tired saint with 
only an enchanting scent to chase. 

Kori 2012

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