he was
uncertain
how he entered
the sphere
naked
in a fetal position
he only knew
he could feel
the warmth
of hands
and
the pulsing
of blood
through veins
as the sphere
was passed
from one hand
to the next
he could not tell
if the hands
were old
or young
nor
what color
they were
not even
social class
could be determined
no judgements
to be made
just the warmth
and
pulsing of life
perhaps
he thought
this
was heaven
Read Between the Minds 
A thoughtful poem.
no judgement, no social class…that’s good.. and sounds like he was a bit surprised, makes me wonder who he was..
yes, heaven 🙂
This is a very good poem man. I really enjoyed it, and the ending to it is perfect. I am left wondering what exactly this sphere is, and I don’t want to know. 🙂
A lovely start to my morning, Charles. Wonderful verse.
your words pain a picture in my mind, beautiful. I really enjoyed this.
nice write, Charles – & no doubt about it, that would be heaven
Perhaps he did
perhaps it was
perhaps it is
what a revelation
for the rest of us
A life devoid of man-made social constructs – that’s my kind of heaven
I believe that every baby is born a Buddha. It’s society’s ills that distort the baby Buddha into pretensce, racism, ill-will, etc.
A beautiful image, and words too. Love the thought of heaven.
it would be a better world Charles if we all gave ourselves fully to the pulsing of life.
I love this one. I felt the expression. Have a safe week.
intersting one charles!
Imagine …
love this poem-very descriptive