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Fairy in the Blossom

by Rula Shin

I wake to the jasmine wind
Draped in soft lilies, white
I am a fairy in the blossom

I flutter along the pathless path
Parting petals with my wings
I am a fairy beneath the dust

I sleep within each silent bud
Sure to kiss all slumbering stems
I Am what IS and WILL the bloom

08/01/2005

Posted on 08/02/2005
Copyright © 2024 Rula Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kimberly Bare on 08/02/05 at 02:37 AM

this is lovely...i really like the ending, such an affirmation of life!

Posted by JD Clay on 08/02/05 at 04:23 AM

My take; The first verse speaks of personification and the ethereal connection with nature. The second, identifies a need for awareness while remaining grounded. Thirdly, the recognition and outpouring of universal understanding, salvation, and transformation. Sweet, Rula, very sweet. pe4ce...

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/02/05 at 05:22 PM

I really like what JD said. And I agree, so very sweet.

Posted by Sarah Graves on 08/06/05 at 01:46 AM

This is amazing. It gives a crystal clear picture of this gentle scene. A celebration of the life cycle, of choices not made yet. There is joy in what we can accomplish as individuals, just the thought sometimes is over-powering. We have the power to overcome destruction, and the evils that have bloomed among our world. This piece gives me much inspiration for my own life, thank you.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/06/05 at 02:14 AM

These simple-in-appearance three stanzas virtually tells you a story of transformation, a successful alchemic process taking place deep with in, from waking up to WILLING a bloom. But the fairy is hidden, beneath the dust, Struggling, fluttering ‘along the pathless path’, on a different plane, ‘parting petals, surmounting barriers but kissing ‘all slumbering stems ’collecting and transmitting impressions along this pathless path, eventually becoming one with WHAT IS. Now, there’s isn’t an experiencer nor there exist any experienced. They are part of the experience, this beauty, awareness of WHAT IS. ‘I Am what IS and WILL the bloom’. Yes, with this attainment of inner unity, merged with WHAT IS, what’s in the offing is always this WILL and WILL is BLOOMING.

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/10/05 at 10:46 PM

Beautiful comparison here, Rula. I can smell the jasmine and see the lilies with such clarity as you, "the fairy beneath the dust," slumber in the stems. Life awaits and with each new bloom, you blossom also. Beautiful.

Posted by David R Spellman on 08/10/05 at 11:53 PM

Sure makes one want to peer deeper into their flower beds to find you... magical!

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/11/05 at 12:23 AM

Rula, I like what Michelle and Ashok said, so I won't repeat their comments, though I have my own interpretation. **You've helped me write better comments by your examples.** S1- safety, purity, and softness are the overall senses in smell ("jasmine" - fragrance), touch ("draped," not covered), and sight ("white" and "lilies" - purity). S2 identifies motion and location - fluttering, parting, [hiding] beneath the dust, which also nourishes the lily and is part of the magic. While the path has no course or direction, the fairy makes her own (independence). Her wings are gossamer, but beatiful and functional, like the the lily petals; however, that is implied. The fairy exists in many lilies, gently controling waking and sleeping (life and death). S3 The fairy not only is part of the lily, she is the lily - they are inseparable and interdependent - her life depends on the life of the lily.
~Chelle~

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/12/05 at 07:44 PM

wow...i can't believe i missed this one...the wording is so perfectly laid out and melts and flows together beautifully...a poem that evokes so much thought (as seen by the comments) is a successful poem...

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/21/05 at 06:41 PM

I wish I could wake to jasmine wind, but mine waking is owing to an alarm clock, tick tock, I wish I could leave my alarm clock behind and go searching for to be waken by that jasmine wind. what a wonderful poem to be breezing this way, Rula and intoxicating.

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