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Standing on smooth stones
in a swift, clear river-
water rushes past my feet...
how can I ever catch the river?
The pines whisper thier song
leaves shiver in sunlight,
a mist rises off the water...
how can ascend as the mist?
A seeds falls to ground
ripe with the year's bounty,
hiding, waiting to meet Spring...
How could I ever cease to grow?
Please tell me what you think
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Lovely spiritual piece. It speaks of the growth of nature within the soul on a journey realising that we are all one. Well done on this beuatifully flowing piece.
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Bonita!
Beautiful- it has such a distinct sense of positive vibes in it -for me it speaks of a never dying hope- rather a promise to go on and on - a faith in tomorrow- the line that captured my being ,'How could I ever cease to grow?'
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Thoughtful
Yes, all these are good questions to ask ourselves.
Another would be, "How do I find that river of answers that flows within me?"
Beautiful imagery in this piece, the kind that makes you catch your breath, then sigh ~ Leaves shivering in the sunlight..Mist rising off the water. Lovely
You carry the beauty of creation in your words.
Love Tara
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The questions of life fall through the mist and plant a kernel in our heart. Watered by the stream of consciousness and warmed by the Erernal sun. We grow. It is inevitable. Raaching through the muck of our loves, personal growth blossoms.
Just beautiful, sweet poet. How I do love to discover your posts. It is like discovering a new flower or a new star.
Bravo!
Marianne
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Ah, my beloved Star! How wondrous that you would peek in behind my curtains! As a wise poet wrote not so long ago...
"Come, take rest by the fire"
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And THAT We Are.....
By Being, Friend....We Are the river....We Are the mist...
We Are growth....Eternal
Shine brightly, blessed Friend!
Rod
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My very Self, Thou art the eternal, ever and on... Om to thy manifested glory!
Thine own Self.
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Wonderful!
Dear poet, I have been in dark places of late and your words give me light! This is very beautiful! Jane
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Blessed Jane! Turn your face to the Sun! It shines brightly upon thee and through thee! As the sun reflects upon the newly fallen snow, so do your words bring the Light into my life!
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Man, you always have the most wonderful messages in your poems ... growth is what life does
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Hey smiley! You're lookin' awful bright and shiny hangin' on that Christmas tree. Are YOU the angel? Or another purty package under the tree?
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Great
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