Sacred Space

From time to time
I reach that space,
the sanctum sanctorum,
the void of life,
the emptiness
brimming with fullness,
the womb of creation,
where words write
their own requiem,
as they fall graciously
like leaves
on the altar of autumn.

From that space
come to me,
random pearls
that I string together
and emerge on the surface,
a jubilant diver
with the necklace of poetry.

8 thoughts on “Sacred Space

    1. Kamlesh Acharya Post author

      Dear Louis,
      Thanks a lot for being there, ever so diligently reading, commenting and encouraging the poet community.

  1. Lopa Banerjee

    An exquisite and magical poem where poetry itself becomes a metaphor, the jewels of the meticulously crafted words that are strung around the poet’s neck, awesome imagery!

  2. Maya Dev

    Lovely poem Kamlesh Acharya…i just finished one poem unwritten poetry…and what a coincidence the theme we choose matches amazingly…:-)


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