While meditating or often in my dreams, <br />I behold someone approach gliding it seems. <br />A kind spiritual being for sure is he, <br />The likes of which in reality I have yet to see. <br /> <br />He glides amongst the stars you see, <br />Planets and stars pass him and me. <br />The milky way is seen on one side, <br />And new worlds from old are forming by divide. <br /> <br />His clothes are made of glowing bright white, <br />his gown and slash emits celestial light. <br />Flowing silvery white beard and similar hair, <br />a crocked white stick he strikes here and there. <br /> <br />In front of me this tall thin spiritual being stands, <br />With a smile he blesses me with raised hands. <br />with emotion and devotion my eyes fill with tears, <br />and the white light is too strong to bear. <br /> <br />From where he came he quietly recedes, <br />the huge darkness of space I again perceive. <br />I come out of my dreams or meditation, <br />with a sense of loss and dejection. <br /> <br />When I think of the event of my vision, <br />looking for an answer becomes my mission. <br />Who is this spiritual being with kindness and light? <br />God, Archangel or spiritual guide with aura so bright? <br /> <br />Renukakkar,28 th Nov.2010 <br />Copyright@2010<br /><br />renu kakkar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiritual-being/
