Clothed in rags of light
But born to blossom
Into ethereal life
The orignal stock of life
Was grafted to the realm of darkness
Though the spirit of truth was a law
Encoded into their DNA...
Lost in the miasma of confusion
Like orphans clinging to reason
They fail to hear the voice from within
That speaks of love...
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Awareness has allowed you to survive ordeals that may have killed most or driven them insane. It did not just give you the power to endure but to pass beyond that and become a source of spiritual energy. You words unremittingly reflect the greatness ahead of these dire places and times that we may one day see from a perspective beyond our current perception. You have seen what I intend to express and write from that awareness. It is always a privilege to vit your pages and read the fruit of your mind. Thank you precious soul for sharing. Take care.
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wow
deep and mature words these yes the voice within us speaks quitea lot often we ignore it when we dolearn to heed it only then we become compltee...nice poem -
very good
I like the conflict in your choice of words, rags/light, blossum/darkness, confusion/reason, fail/love, It really makes a reader think and feel
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Deep spiritual write...Some never "hear that voice within that speaks of love"
truly they are like orphans lost....Such spiritual insight in this penning!...
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Love hears the call of love, but too much love turns to hate
Voices may call, who are they?
Confusion= ignorance to relate
Good thoughts judy, I like the way you wrote this
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rooted in the earth
duality
balance when we merge light into the roots, love into roots
when we are able to apply this to every thought, word and action
ONENESS!!!!
Lost in the miasma of confusion
Like orphans clinging to reason
They fail to hear the vioce from within
That speaks of love...
amazing soulful pleasure Judy
woven in wisdom
God bless you...
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