IN A HEART-SHAPED LAGOON by Anita Neilson

In a Heart-Shaped Lagoon

“Knowing yourself is the beginning

of all wisdom.” Aristotle

The pull of the moon

lures me into

the heart-shaped lagoon:

magical gateway

to the realm within.

Stars of many colours

gravitate around me

and crystal-tinged moonbeams

ignite and surround me

in this baptism of light.

Releasing her symphony

of earthly rays;

her ethereal beauty

leads me astray.

Yet I find myself

in this lost lagoon

as stroke after stroke

I swim in tune

with the waters.

Twirling with delight

I ascend a cascade

of lyrical light.

Merging with peace

witnessing such joy

bathing in Her

eternal seas of grace.

(This poem comes from Anita's recently released book, Rose Petals Floating Downstream, a collection of spiritual poetry to uplift the soul. Centering around 4 main themes: the natural world, the play of life, transformation and prayer/supplication, it echoes the spiritual journey from outer to inner. For more information, visit: Rose Petals Paperback or Rose Petals eBook.)

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", was published in 2017 by Ayni Books. She is also author of Rose Petals Floating Downstream, a collection of spiritual poetry to uplift the soul.

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