And you were glowing with milky skin

almost translucent, as were your eyes;

surreal and blue, like the sea.

I could still picture their light through your closed eyes.

A perfect lotus, with humble shoulders

calm in body, peace in mind.

Where do you come from?

Who is your family?

What are you spirits doing on earth?

What kind of angel did they pronounce you…

on that other plane where your flesh was designed?

The finest ingredients they must have used.

How many more of you are there?

And is your purpose to shine?

Because you shine before me ever so bright

like spirit itself

so light, so calm.

By tuttysan © 2007

Poem: Divine. Photo credit: Yoga with Daniel Rauck.