rosepoems

…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud 
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water 
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant 
“open your crown chakra, 
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking