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UNDER THE RAINBOW by Anita Neilson

I wrote this poem as a means of trying to express the enchantment that comes to me in times of peace and joy in deep meditation...

This sometimes manifests itself physically in a tickling on the scalp or a subtle vibration all over the body, and it seems to me like being immersed in/under a rainbow of sound and light. The image of the rainbow as a bridge between worlds (physical and spiritual) rings true for me, and I have even crossed a rainbow bridge in meditations to seek guidance.The peace and joy of meditation can be like a cocoon of hope reconnecting us to the Creator and to all others.  It has changed my life. 



Under the Rainbow
by Anita Neilson

An enchantment through my scalp
Like a rainbow emerging from Source
Expanding and inspiring
Those held under its dome.
In this cocoon I am and was
Lustrous threads of connectedness
To all that is.
In this world I observe the other –
Beautiful, exciting, exhausting chaos.
In this moment, there is no other
An infusion of colour
Dispersing in wonder
Showering my thoughts in grace.

(To watch a video poem made by the author, Anita Neilson, please click the play arrow) 



Anita Neilson is a Writer, Spiritual Poet and Blogger. A graduate in languages, she travelled, lived and worked in Europe before a career in teaching in Scotland.  She has M.E. and Fibromyalgia and is now a self-employed writer.  She lives in Ayrshire, in the west of Scotland, with her husband and two dogs. For more information, visit her blog ‘Healing Words’: Facebook Page; and FB Closed Group ‘Acts of Kindness from your Armchair’. Her debut book, "Acts of Kindness from your Armchair", will be published in 2017 by Ayni Books. 



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