Mystic Verses Poem by Patti Masterman
Mystic Verses
My soul is writ in mystic verses,
Dredged up from some hidden ocean;
In unknown time and place, was born-
And from the spaces fabric, torn.
And every day I live and breathe,
More complicated patterns, wreathe
My hologram of body; soul-
In my living temples role.
No matter, if I pray or not,
To some old heathens polyglot;
My time is here, my time is now:
The living own the breathing world..
I loved this, the ending two lines echoed 'twist in my sobriety' lol even though I'm sure it's not the wavelength you meant to capture :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 9:07:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very much enjoyed this one Patti.