My name is Melissa Calvert. I am the owner of Light of Luna Photography. I also write poetry on a regular basis. I, like my art, am unlimited when it comes to growth and creativity. I want to have my hands deep in the earth while soaring in the sky at the same time.
Imagine the wall of a coffee shop as it’s layered with local artwork. You walk in and you hear a poetry reading and inspiration surrounds you. This is what we are looking for in the creative part of this magazine; Photo’s of your artwork in any medium, poetry, lyrics, thoughts. Turn yourself inside out and show us your soul. Allow yourself to be inspired while inspiring others. You know you have it in you! Don’t be shy.
My Transcendence
By: ©Melissa Calvert
There will be transcendence on the shores of my qualms.
My apprehension will plummet into the abyss.
The Eye of Horus observes my dormant soul.
My veins feel Odin suspended from the Tree of Life.
He is captivated by the message in the runes.
This is spiritual, not physical.
Violet shrouds my psyche.
Your crooked judgment is only misunderstanding.
I can hear the trees whisper to the stars.
I can feel the stars accommodate the universe.
I am spellbound by the hidden realm.
We are insignificant in comparison.
The negative vibrations of selfishness attack this earth.
Its aura flickers under the burden.
I fold my weary eyes to this one.
Behind those shades I behold the astral.
This is where my soul will linger.
By: ©Melissa Calvert
There will be transcendence on the shores of my qualms.
My apprehension will plummet into the abyss.
The Eye of Horus observes my dormant soul.
My veins feel Odin suspended from the Tree of Life.
He is captivated by the message in the runes.
This is spiritual, not physical.
Violet shrouds my psyche.
Your crooked judgment is only misunderstanding.
I can hear the trees whisper to the stars.
I can feel the stars accommodate the universe.
I am spellbound by the hidden realm.
We are insignificant in comparison.
The negative vibrations of selfishness attack this earth.
Its aura flickers under the burden.
I fold my weary eyes to this one.
Behind those shades I behold the astral.
This is where my soul will linger.
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