He appeared one night
on a whisper in the wind.
Touching over me lightly
with his words of kindness
such softness
I will not soon forget.
Leading me with a murmur
of quiet wisdom,
honing my craft.
Gentle reminders
of the seasons
and how they blend together
creating a marriage of thoughts,
dancing across my page
raining syncopation
of love, life
experience and pain.
With child like excitement
I could not believe my words,
spilling onto the canvas,
colorful paintings
from the depth of my soul
some dark, some light...
one after another
creating the whole of
my experience.
Lost in the beauty of it all
I awoke one morning,
and the air was still,
and like the student
who was willing to learn
the teacher appeared
and with a breath
slowly faded,
his job here is done,
leaving me to wonder
will his whispers
ever blow softly
this way again?
~Erigeneia © May 2008
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gud
wonderful write... i enjoyed it..
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Thank you, I appreciate you reading me.
~E.
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I wonder
when you wrote this what you were truly thinking. The words, the thoughts and the message are wonderful. But a deeper look into your mind is a request
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How very perceptive of you Bob, it is a request, and one that will go unanswered.
~E.
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this is such a cool write, E. and i certainly agree, i hope the teacher appears once again and whispers to you. but if he doesn't, always remember when he was with you, and remember what you did learn.
you did a great job with this piece.
miss you! xoxoxo
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Thank you Donnie, and I do remember, I just wish I didn't have to.
I miss you too..
~E.
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I hope the teacher returns and inspires you some more E
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Thank you Dean...glad you liked.
~E.
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