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INFINITELY EXQUISITE by Eva Xanthopoulos


"Infinitely Exquisite" is a divine love poem that celebrates the finding of one's soul-mate…

I am blessed to have made many soul connections in my life. This particular poem is all about soul-mate love; a kind of love that transcends the material world.

I am an eclectic spiritualist with interest in Hermeticism, Buddhism, and Sufism. These beliefs inspired this piece directly.


Infinitely Exquisite

Exquisite like the Gaia that brought you into bloom,
Tranquil like the sound waves of jazz music ambiance,
Set my mind spinning like a spiral galaxy,
You’re a dream within a dream,
Within this real-life reverie.

An astral heart colliding into mine, igniting solar
plexus golden like the glint in all three of your eyes.

A concoction of Tibetan chants, bamboo flute and lyre,
Revitalizing my aura, every fiber in this body.

Together we
Transcend the physicality,
Embrace the spirituality.

You are the Zen that reminds me of my own,
The light that illumes the entirety of my soul.
Your charm as plentiful as the pines in thick
forest of ever green dreams.

Our love emits indigo,
Our intermingling hearts
create haiku. Each syllable
births a lotus bloom.

Each moment breathes awakening,
Every morn I awake feeling anew,
as infinite as the endless sky of blue.

Infinity within you brings out the infinity
within me. Namaste, my love, you’ve
taught me how To be, To believe, To love
without taking or wanting, just giving and
appreciating in a figment world of ego-flaunting.
~
(To hear Eva recite her poem, just click on the play bottom below)





Eva Xanthopoulos is a Greco-American writer, artist, and life coach. She received her B.A. in Creative Writing from Cleveland State University. Many of her works are published both in print and online (The Golden LanternMystic Living TodayBoston Magazine, The Journey Magazine). Eva is the Founder of Poehemian Press and is the Co-Founder of Etheric Archives. You may connect with Eva via her main website, facebook, or twitter. 





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