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Profound Beauty
by
Rusty Broadspear
A tsunami of bewildering beauty
Cannot elude me but overwhelms.
Sucks me into ecstatic delight.
I'm surprised but it seems so right
I acquiesce, no need to fight.
This splendour, rests upon my breast.
Silken sleep glides, hovers
As if to suggest,
Comfort, reassurance, home.
Such a tender, affectionate vision
Grows swiftly into the Mother
Of mother Earth.
Serene power, ultimate light,
Graceful, commanding movement,
With purpose
And messages to impart.
I punch a hole in the sky
As she stands so high,
On Earth and within my heart.
But the beauty within
Surpasses all boundaries
Words are futile.
Such privilege to be welcomed,
Into this private Temple
Of sufferance, goodness and light.
An auspicious meeting of souls.
Seeking, she cannot yet find.
Yet she's aware when steeped in prayer
Of two spirits,
Mystically, magically, infinitely,
Enshrined and combined.
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