Seized in a spiritual hurricane,
In a storm of the heart and brain,
Receiving signals from a cosmic sun,
And howling in a strange tongue-
I went out into the night and kissed a tree.
The ancient wind whispered to me,
''What is the music of spirit?''
I said, ''you can only hear it
If you have no ears.''
The wind whispered, ''can you hear it?''
I said, ''my ears can only hear it
If they have no me.''
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O wow. I loved that phrase "spiritual hurricane". So much wisdom in this short poem. It tickles the mind. Very nice write.
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This made me think of a saying that says only those ready to hear the message will hear it.
very nicely done
Criss -
That is a stunning write, poet. It has the wisdom of a 150-year-old Buddhist. Very nice, indeed.
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Gentle, delightful, and vast...within the soft ebony of no light was I drawn to the feel of the mystic love in this write...and, to kiss a tree was all the more encompassing. Your soul is a unique beauty I admire, blessed by nature, and something so grand we cannot consciously acknowledge - yet, I always feel in your writes. We are blessed by you fellow poet and thank you for sharing your words
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Judy
Always the deepest of thoughts put into yopur poetry. Perhaps information that is available but on the deaf can hear? But I do think I know where you are coming from. May the spirit shine always.
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yes...
this is something rather special ...you've encountered a rare and illusive cosmic message at play here...!
Try as I may, I can't quite keep my hand on it...it keeps on slipping through my fingers...like it was designed to do of course...!
Excellent title btw, there's a lot to be read in this
Simply Magic!
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