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Grains of Truth Sown by the Pen


Sonorous, silver voice beckons once more
drawing me to the secret place
By my side as always
you raise me from my slumber
Enticing me to walk with you
your eyes trace the path

A garland of herbs was wound
around my arm last spring
by a breathtaking tree spirit
Hearing the psychic call
it becomes shiningly visible
to my waking third eye

I don my leather walking boots
and stroll through the village
down the winding hill
Past the stream and through barbed wire
I cross over into the secret wood
and feel life's energy flow

A silent stirring in the air
reveals the sacred presence
of beings hidden in the trees
They welcome me once again
and I pass into their space
to know that I am home

My material world is illusion
the trees and creatures tell me so
Time is unreal in this realm
as I dance with mythical creatures
They recognise me from centuries ago
knew me before I was born

What is myth and what is real?
Do we percieve them truly?
Ancient stories are oracles
illuminating secrets
we otherwise cannot know
Grains of truth sown by the pen





Author notes

The secret wood is real and so is everything else in my poem!

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  • soulfultia gold member
    April 2, 2009

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    This was enchanting and mystical. Love the energy that flows through the words and into the mind...Wonderful work, Loved it ~Tia


  • Thoughts-of-Soloman
    March 26, 2009

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    Using the imagination which we have been gifted, is a real action. When used to reconnect ourselves to our 'truths' preceding the limits of a 'concrete world' it can be another way of being with the Real, or perhaps even closer.
    Be it through the sentiments inspired by the being of a tree,
    or a written word resonating inside us to remember something essential, all can be pathways to Truth; with the aid of an informed discrimination.

    This is what I take from this.
    Very well written, like calm whispers from that which ever continues behind the veils.

    Much like it!
    Sol


  • BluRosePoet8488
    March 19, 2009

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    An absolutely magical place! You have your secret wood and I ahve my poetic desert. They seem to be one and the same. A beautifully written piece, It was like walking through a refreshing rain and seeing the plants and animals all refreshed as well. Keep the ink flowing and good luck! Thanks for sharing.
    ~Donna~


  • hawkeslake gold member
    February 22, 2009

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    This is beautifully written, magical and mythological, the stuff of legends. I would love to read more about your wanderings here. Very well crafted.

  • a u r a
    February 22, 2009

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    magical

    magical- mystical- bewitching- entralling- truly spectacular- I have always admired the way you write long verses keeping the reader captive till the end-


  • drifting cloud silver member
    February 22, 2009
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    I feel refreshed after reading this. It flows nicely drawing the mind mystical thought.

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