Open Poetry #40 |
A Sacred Place |
WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Standing on soft sand, the wind gently touching my skin, I am totally free from society’s rules. I feel the exhilaration of this freedom; a feeling as old as time – or even before – before laws were enacted and taboos made to create human shame and misery. I allow the sun to warm my body, stretched out on dry white sand and the usual crowd arrives loud, boisterous, ready to do its thing as is done on modern nude beaches.. I wonder: Why has this sacred place become a market place for fools in search of beer, pot and whatever else lurks to satisfy what’s below the belt? What happened to the quiet enjoyment of these moments of physical freedom and simple childlike contentment? I wander to a remote point to let soft waves wash over my body and listen to their music. It is here I must make a difficult choice: Do I leave this place? Do I stay and watch the Yahoos destroy it? Or do I create my own sacred space even here, where no one but me can enter? [This message has been edited by WindWalker (02-23-2007 09:38 PM).] |
||
© Copyright 2007 Sharran WindWalker - All Rights Reserved | |||
The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Or do I create my own sacred space even here, where no one but me can enter?" excellent poem and question yes, that's exactly what you do |
||
ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
All sacred space begins in the heart of the pure. Loved this. |
||
ChaoticHazeLight Member
since 2006-06-13
Posts 71California, U.S. |
Hm... A space to one's self brings tranquility. That's what this is saying to me. Indeed it does..., but sometimes I want to share my sacred place with my lover. Not intended to be innuendo.. I mean sacred place in the purest of forms as well as love making. |
||
Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Ah, my friend, WindWalker, the world tries hard to encroach upon even the most sacred of places even into our very souls if we give it a chance...this poem shows how we must build walls to keep what is sacred to us sacred whether they be walls of brick and stone or walls of spiritual strength that we may still feast upon the freedom that still lives within our souls...Enjoy the sweetness of innocence that you have retained from the beginning and know that many of use join you in it....Very well said, my friend....**Big Hug** |
||
wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
Siyo WindWalker,stay,give Creator a place,if even only within your heart where there lives yet innocent beauty! ~AHO~
|
||
RavenSmith Member
since 2007-03-02
Posts 53Oregon |
I love those sacred places too. They are coping mechanisms big time to all the unhealthy people I have known or know of. I say, jump in, splash away, and only let the few who understand, enter. Nice poem here. ~Best Regards,Raven Smith |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |