The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is something you feel deeply about
The following poem is inspired by something I feel deeply about; synchronisity and the feeling of being guided.
Seeds
of the hidden heartbeat
A
force moved me
rising from the undergrowth of the world.
I followed the nudge,
leaned into its whisper,
I met a path without imprints
soft,
inviting,
yet daunting.
I pulled all
strings of courage,
moved forward,
stumbled in the shadow
to test the weight of my bones.
The mysterious
offered a hand,
words dropping like crumbs
along my path.
Dreams opened
their gates.
Symbols wandered in,
insight brushed my thoughts
like stars passing the night sky.
Books fell into
my hands,
their pages talking to me
I felt the pulse of light,
the shadow retreated.
I learned to
trust the seeds,
growing into the heartbeat of life,
following the echo of the unseen
as it slowly faded.
The guiding
hand released itself,
leaving the glow of its ember.
Another good one and a beautiful pic to go with it.
ReplyDeleteThe journey of learning how to be/to live is so important - I love how your delicate imagery contrasts the solidity of the journey - Jae
ReplyDeleteMystical and dreamlike, it lead us along, drifting with it.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully described!
ReplyDelete(I am deeply invested in these things, too.)
Not a feeling I have ever had, as best I remember.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery of a mysterious hand opening the gates that helped you learn and grow. Fortunate are those who recognize gifts of knowledge and trust enough to be guided by them.
ReplyDeleteA gorgeous poem all about "synchronicity and the feeling of being guided" Deeply moving, inspirational.
ReplyDeletewonderful message and inspiration to keep faith in the Universe and what life has to offer offer.
ReplyDeleteThe peace moments like that bring...they've often been lifelines for me too.
ReplyDeleteYour poem really made me pause and meditate on the great mysteries of life . And I totally agree with Penelope....fortunate are those who trust the guiding hand
ReplyDelete"Dreams opened their gates.
ReplyDeleteSymbols wandered in,
insight brushed my thoughts
like stars passing the night sky."
Stunning writing! I love your ending as well.