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T O P I C R E V I E WAyeletThe MirrorA flower has grownnear a mirrorThough it had no eyesto reflectit had a girlwho loved its scentand found herself beautifulas the flower has beenThe girl grew oldThe flower has long been deadOnly the mirror remainedemptythequeenMorbid yet so alive. Very crisp type of feeling about these line, like it would crumble.AyeletThank you for your reading, thequeen. Yes, I can see what you mean. I wouldn't have liked to write morbidly, but I don't know if I could do any better.AyeletDpmirage29Ayelet!! This is ~brilliant! YouThe mirrorThe flowerThe girl of the flower...The girl of You...The PresentNow Only the mirror remainedemptyIt's not about the mirror being 'empty' (which is another way of reading it)...It's about you being or evolving into YOU, yourself, through events in time.And that one single-revolution (time involved in the space of the poem) is completed, and is the fulfilled experience! The Next new full-fill-ment loop (revolution) has begun already like something that has stationed. (Stationing is actually an illusion, belonging to flat-perspectives. Without depth or dimension.)It could read as having a sadness, but in a long-range good kind of way. A Growing Way. Gradient. A Lifetime's worth of experience-processing way. We learn to accept and love ourselves in layers, upon many layers, over one season's blossom to the next, till the next, and the next. 'Having arrived' at destination never happens. The horizon always moves because the horizon (viewed as separate) is us 'holding space' for the I/one who sojourns within... (music) My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose (Scottish music, poem Robert Burns, performed by Josienne Clarke and Ben Walker; lyrics) [3:20] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK9WK0QhejA PearltyThe folks here never cease to surprise me with creativity.. and this is just beautiful with meaning from the few lines you penned. AyeletThank you so much, Mirage and Pearlty...Mirage, It's true, the horizon is forever changing, because it is us who are changing. But do you think that we can ever expand so much as to touch it? That we can ever contain the whole universe, or rather a whole universe, within ourselves?It was interesting to read your feedback and thoughts, and to listen to the song.. mirage29{{ }} ... (music) I Am The Bubble, Make Me The Sea (Yogananda chant) [2:48] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQZ6QwCDOkE{{Greetings! my Pearlty }} mirage29I listened to this video earlier today... While this Poet read his own original work, accompanied by a mystical music background and photography, I thought of you, Ayelet, when he describes the Flowers that die, then come back in a different form later in the springtime.I think you'll really like this. Great social message, too! (topic) 2015 Solstice Wish (by Poet, Astrologer & Modern-Magi, Rick Levine) [14:03] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7SuDQqRDsc#t=831 (You'll need to click and re-start the video -- somehow I added it to my favorites catching it at the end.)This is also a sample of what some poets (here) could do with some of their wonderful work. Enjoy~! AyeletThanks Mirage , a beautiful poem. Yes, flowers come back too... No need to grieve, harder done than said, but still true. I knew he was familiar to me, Rick Levine. I will check and see on the web. Happy holiday!!! mirage29Happy Holiday to you too, Ayelet {{{ }}}
A flower has grownnear a mirrorThough it had no eyesto reflectit had a girlwho loved its scentand found herself beautifulas the flower has beenThe girl grew oldThe flower has long been deadOnly the mirror remainedempty
YouThe mirrorThe flowerThe girl of the flower...The girl of You...The PresentNow
Only the mirror remainedempty
It's not about the mirror being 'empty' (which is another way of reading it)...
It's about you being or evolving into YOU, yourself, through events in time.And that one single-revolution (time involved in the space of the poem) is completed, and is the fulfilled experience! The Next new full-fill-ment loop (revolution) has begun already like something that has stationed. (Stationing is actually an illusion, belonging to flat-perspectives. Without depth or dimension.)
It could read as having a sadness, but in a long-range good kind of way. A Growing Way. Gradient. A Lifetime's worth of experience-processing way.
We learn to accept and love ourselves in layers, upon many layers, over one season's blossom to the next, till the next, and the next.
'Having arrived' at destination never happens. The horizon always moves because the horizon (viewed as separate) is us 'holding space' for the I/one who sojourns within...
(music) My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose (Scottish music, poem Robert Burns, performed by Josienne Clarke and Ben Walker; lyrics) [3:20] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK9WK0QhejA
Mirage, It's true, the horizon is forever changing, because it is us who are changing. But do you think that we can ever expand so much as to touch it? That we can ever contain the whole universe, or rather a whole universe, within ourselves?It was interesting to read your feedback and thoughts, and to listen to the song..
(music) I Am The Bubble, Make Me The Sea (Yogananda chant) [2:48] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQZ6QwCDOkE
{{Greetings! my Pearlty }}
I think you'll really like this. Great social message, too!
(topic) 2015 Solstice Wish (by Poet, Astrologer & Modern-Magi, Rick Levine) [14:03] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7SuDQqRDsc#t=831
(You'll need to click and re-start the video -- somehow I added it to my favorites catching it at the end.)
This is also a sample of what some poets (here) could do with some of their wonderful work. Enjoy~!
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