The Energy and Auras of Books

©by Deborah A. Bowman

My overflowing shelves of books

I love each one so dearly

Watching the energy released if I but look

At the shadows and auras sincerely

Etched upon my mind, capturing my heart

Ne’er allowing the mists of mystery and secrecy

To fade into nothingness, nor depart

Into the depths of dark obscurity

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My soul cries out in blissful urgency

To touch, to smell, to experience these works of art

Reaching within me, beyond me, around me

To create an atmosphere due in part

To what I can see, feel, and cherish

Tomes of rich bound leather will not perish

As my own essence, aura, and energy

Is altered by each story bestowing wisdom and legacy

On the collective super-consciousness of the Universe

Building a spiritual sanctuary to transverse

And live forever as infinity…