My eyes...
lids heavy
long years
sliding by...
-only to find-
no past?
no future?
This moment...
lingers eternal!
Wipe the slate clean,
start again...
Author notes
(There is no slate)
(There was no start)
(There will be no end)
A contest entry
- MYSTIC POETS OF AP - "THE SENSE OF LIFE" by maa.
543 points, ended July 6, 2007, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Life is but a blink of an eye in infinity. Between blinking sometimes the eye sees. Thank you for creating and sharing this magnificent poem and notes. Take care,
Chris
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Refreshing wisdom
It is when our lids of life are heavy that meditation can bring us right back to the Now of timelessness. No weariness from long years, no worries of the future, just the freshness of renewal. Your piece touches upon so much wisdom in so few words. I enjoy the fresh simplicity as well as the message, which comes at a time when I need such reminding of life's simple secrets. Thanks for sharing.
namaste-
TW
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Wonderful
Gosh, Where have I been. So wonderful to arrive home to your peaceful wisdom. -
Wonderful Presence, Simple and clear. Yes we have this perfect moment in which to experience the eternal. There is no past and future in the moment called now ~ In that one place we truly do exist.
Excellent
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Your author note said it all ever so effectively-'(There is no slate)
(There was no start)
(There will be no end)'it is so relating-an echoing of my thoughts
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Very well expressed, dear Friend!! And I agree absolutely!
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Bravo!
Dear beloved poet,
I am growing, I am growing.
Each morning is new.
'Wipe the salte clean'
Your words cleanse my heart.
I am so glad you are here this morning.
God bless you my dear poet. Jane
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Well earned my Friend...
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A lovely spiritual journey, my Friend...Congrats on winning the bronze, Sweetie...Well done, Scribe...
Wanda
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Only the eternal now! Well versed piece on topic.
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Ah yes... the eternal journey through THIS moment... the timeless trek from infinitesimal Alpha to infinite Omega... the One Hand writing ever on, over the boundless slate of Being.
Write on, Poet, write on....
Rahad
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this poem captured my awareness right away and said YES to me ... this is exactly on my wavelength and essentially something I would express myself, maybe in more words (I'm a spiritual chatterer
), but it would push the same buttons ...
the fact that you expressed That which the finest wisdom-teachers are radiating through their Presence, often through Silence, in so few well chosen words, makes me think of you as a soul (non-soul
) having been on a spiritual quest and probably already realized that what you were searching for had always been here and now ...
well, this is the impression I got ...
(see how much I chatter ?
I just could have said : "excellent !" ... but I enjoy to decorate the cake with some unnecessary, but beautiful and tasty icing and cherries)
thank you so much,
all the best,
maa
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Oh sweet Presence, you have stepped beyond the restraints of time and space to capture a moment I know well.
No beginning...no end...just being.
Wonderful...
as always!
Marianne
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