I look back from a ragged path
In to forests of nature's intent.
The setting sun smiles at the vision
Of a certain life that I have spent.
Countries, centuries, colours and tastes,
Differences that I have drunk.
Some bitter, some sweet, some bitter-sweet
Flavours of feelings, life has spun.
Common arrivals and departures for all,
At birth and death, all travelers unite.
All fibres tie up together in One,
at distant shores, now in my sight.
The essence of beauty in a petal
Is same as in a baby's smile.
The cosmos lies in an speck of dust,
Just be aware and watch awhile.
As I breathe an evening breeze,
I feel a certain connection, sublime,
To the movements of the earth and stars
In resonance on the wheels of Time.
31 Oct, 2006
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Written October 31st, 2006
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"The essence of beauty in a petal
Is same as in a baby's smile."
I am touched by this wonderful and amazing image. These are so special gifts.
What an adorable poem!
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wow this is amazing!!! you have talent when it comes to life and nature poems. Yes you have quite an inspiration. Keep up the good job my dear friend
*HUG*
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Sweet!
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"As I breathe an evening breeze,
I feel a certain connection, sublime,
To the movements of the earth and stars
In resonance on the wheels of Time."
This piece touches me deeply and I read it at just the right moment in Time! Each moment,each speck of form holographically contains, connects, with the All...
"All fibres tie up together in One"
Thank you for this enlightening expression.
Be ever bright, Rod -
Just wonderful. It was really full of all the treasures of life. Contentment, joy, appreciation. Expressed so beautifully.
Bravo!! Excellent. One for my bookmark collection and send to a friend as well.
Peace and joy, Tara -
I hesitate to rewrite your lines, Sau. Something will come to you.
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Thanks Marg. I realize that, and would welcome any suggestions from you
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All is revealed to one who can watch and wait. You remind me of Blake's universe in a grain of sand and eternity in an hour.
Beautiful ideas and nice expression, Sau. The rhyme of drunk/spun is a little weak.
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