Empty spaces need filling or protecting,
Scorched earth or pressing void, depending.
Patterned approach to reactive needs impending,
A vicious strike to chaotic deeds extending.
All things in balance, as and when.
All things in turn, now and then.
All things in time, here and now.
All things in mind, why and how.
Seen through the mind of a child, the truth often known.
Play on the field of a mind, the seed always sown.
Hear through the tears of a storm, the bell often tolls.
Ride on a Wave of the Dawn, the sound always rolls.
I am all, an Element in flow.
I am tall, a target to know.
I am toil, a task to deal.
I am that, the truth to reveal.
Author notes
This poem was written in August 1998.
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Now I'm smiling to myself here because I see so much within these lines because we share that element of knowing...being...doing! I love to partake in the moments sometime. It has been ages hasn't it?
We'll talk soon
Love ya dear friend
Blessings~
~Joy
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hey joy - yes it has been. this is such a strange poem, so many hints in so many directions, it leaves you wondering "what the heck's actually going on!"
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Nice job.. Interesting piece.
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thanks! it was written nine years ago - i hadn't realised that i'd not placed it on here, along with about fifteen other pieces.
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