The Cleansing

by Spiros Zafiris

young man, with good heart,
he lay there ready to expire
the guiding spirit spoke:
"Please forgive me, Mother Earth," was repeated,
over and over, until The Great Mother responded

both sides of his upper torso slowly moved
simultaneously, until they met
there was a resultant cloud of soot
--every destructive element was expelled--

and the man lay there, daring not to move--
he had just experienced the power necessary
to create entire galaxies

he lay there, lost in awe
and once he opened his eyes,
he could, once more, breathe effortlessly
..channeled; spirit Ram; 2002

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..Friday, Oct. 28, 2011..>>i am a Montreal poet, 61..a, Capricorn (late December)..single..not looking--, a hermit..many of my poems are widely available online--(ezines and periodicals, and anthologies)..presently, my greatest loves (poetrywise) are tanka and kyoka, earlier times (1979/81) i self-published 2 books of which I sold 5, 000 copies in approx. 3 years.., of poems, Very Personal/Midnight Magic..

Last updated October 29, 2011