Gentle infusion of the scent of rose petal
filling my nose
my mind
my being

a scent I used to dislike

The light so bright
I cannot find its source
- neither do I think to attempt to know, and can only revel in the gentle brightness

Persian carpets
a welcome and soft warmth against my shoeless feet
in the fresh cold of the israeli winter

I shiver

but the calm and peace
that seems to permeate this silence

I breathe it in

like an ocean with reviving waters

I sink into the moments
hours I spend here

The centre of my universe

So calm I cannot sense
though my mind revels in the thought
that the whole of the earth revolves around this spot
That every leaf breathes its love to this place
That every atom that makes up my body, my beating heart
longs to stay here

at Your threshold

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Written on 2012-01-05 at 17:41

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Nathalia The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent poem. I can smell the roses too!

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by SecretWords