This poem can be used as a healing meditation. Just substitute your problem or illness for the first two lines of the poem.
The Golden Arrow
Injured,
barely able to move or think.
I spend my days and nights
walking through summer fields,
the yellows and blues
and dabs of other colours
everywhere, everywhere,
filling me,
making me whole,
bringing me to the
Beautiful, Radiant Soul.
The Soul’s Light everywhere,
everywhere
in the fields and skies
in every blade of straw
or flower or herb
in every scent.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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Mamta Sharma
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God Bless!
Angela
Be always safe,
Karen