[On a Poem by WJ]
On my placid back
is warmth of your breath
your presence a womb
and your tears an ocean
of serenity that liberate me
bathe me in attire of freshness
I’m numb with gratitude
so silence is language I speak
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Language of the soul not spoken but painted, so beautiful and delicate every stroke that vibrates in the eternal light shimmering, no longer flesh only Spirit. I love this poem Rehan, and the energy it vibrates. Exquisite! You have completed 222 beautiful number and this is the 22nd poem, represents new beginnings when Angels speak. I would love to see 333 of the beautiful scrips from the deepest chambers of your soul. May the Angels wings carry you safely to your destination. Divine Blessings. Love and Light. Kasia