Prism Of The Soul Poem by C. P. Sharma
Prism Of The Soul
Prism of the Soul*
Through a prism, san color Soul
Reflects into a rainbow on the sky,
The sky reflects into the river
To give it its deep blue,
Mixing up the surrounding green,
The river rushes to the Ocean
Waiting for the sunset’s fiery hue,
Breezy night beneath the starry sky
Rejoices the placid elemental dance
‘A Master’s Stroke’ of submerging Unity of the Soul.
* In praise of Patrick Martin’s poem A Master’s Stroke
This is a Master's stroke CP. You my friend are a very fine poet.
The prism splits pure white light into the spectrum Perhaps because humans cannot bear the purity of the white light and need to have it softened
i know it's a pleasure to read patrick martin as much as it's to read you...
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4/19/2024 10:48:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
one running into another...a unity of soul...very true and great