Bathe me in white light
moon-still moment fill every pore.
Under leaves melt me
down to this soundless soul song.
Wash across my skin
and in
quiet, hushing feltness.
Liquid moonlit night
but now,
now still stilling, filling flow,
all the day’s glow.
J. Ruth Kelly 
Hi. Your above poem inspired my following quatrain. I thought I’d share.
Called the shadows in the night’s sphere
Upon the moon to send her woman seer.
As the white tide touched upon night’s shore
A silent laugh echoed deep – listen, do you hear?
Thank you.
Thank you Pierre…the sound of silent laughter and white tides never fails to restore, eh? Great feltness here in this quatrain.
As a Dionysian tune coming out from somewhere and nowhere, reverberating since forever, it breaks and shatters us amidst its flow only to leave us again standing on our feet with words too crude and simple to convey our emotions, with an awareness of an infinitude dwelling within our finite bodies; as such we are awed and silenced.
“We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words.
Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays?” Gibran Khalil Gibran
http://wineofwisdom.wordpress.com/
ah. pierre. this pierre. i remember your blog. will have to add it to my blogroll now! you’re the one who recommended fromm’s dogma of christ.
these words flow like the best dionysian wine…”coming out from somewhere and nowhere” were it not for such tunes, i’d waste away.
disgustingly bereft of gibran’s works here. i have one book. must remedy.
glad you’ve dropped in, my friend. your words are grace.
very peaceful paint of images,
best wishes for your exams.
yep
Beautiful pairing, jRuth. Water and light.
thank you leslie. don’t know a better way (at this point) to describe the magick of light.
loved the alliteration and balance of “still stilling, filling flow” … great phrase! Very sensual poem, full of the feebleness that comes from trying to grasp the ingraspable with words. But some things can just be felt, sensed, despite the inadequacy of language to express deeper truths sometimes! This is something to experience on a level beyond words.
funny. my fatigue is showing. i wrote “bath” me. not “bathe.” blah. feeble eh?! gee, thanks! ;0) aptly said. it is feeble in light of the moon that soaked in and past all the layers of fatigue simmering through my frame last night. at least 45 minutes just soaking in the moonlight. night is sometimes the best therapy. words fail to convey. but i sure like to try sometimes!