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Topic: listening for the sacred
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Lialei
Knowflake Posts: 1431
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Registered: Jul 2005
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posted May 06, 2007 01:12 AM
 
Shh
Please, Stop
There is no hearing
for the Noise
Voids need
not be filled
All and Nothing
escape Thee
See with Your Soul
Hear with Your Heart Give leave to Your mouth, Your hands,
And Listen.
Time
births Understanding
that Moments
conjoin to Tell. Feasts for Our Eyes and Nothing more
Songs of the Heart
Illuminations of Cherish
Please...
not just yet. 
I want to remain
in this Garden
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fayte.m
Knowflake Posts: 6522
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Registered: Mar 2005
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posted May 06, 2007 11:37 AM
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~Judgement Must Be Balanced With Compassion~
~Do Not Seek Wealth From The Suffering, Or The Dire Needs Of Others~
~Assumption Is The Bane Of Understanding~
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Lialei
Knowflake Posts: 1431
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Registered: Jul 2005
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posted May 07, 2007 03:17 AM
thank you, fayte   I love that painting...so serene. I wrote this a couple of years ago when my friend died. I'm aware it might appear to have a sanctamonoius expression to it,
but that wasn't really my feelings at the time I wrote it.
Just, after his death, there seemed so much noise...everyone clamouring to talk, talk, talk~ share their first ghostly sightings or experiences, how his passing affected them, etc.
I was so devistated, I retreated deep within myself and couldn't bring myself to speak.
My heart struck down, so paused in time,
remembering, cherishing,
wanting to pause in a moment of poignant silence for what his presence had meant to me. Communing quietly with his Soul. I remembered this poem when Ginny passed and felt similiar for some time. Everyone has their own different way to deal with trauma, with heartache.
I understand.
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silverstone
Knowflake Posts: 1547
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Registered: Mar 2006
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posted May 07, 2007 05:54 AM
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Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year....
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ~Robert Frost IP: Logged |
Lialei
Knowflake Posts: 1431
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Registered: Jul 2005
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posted May 09, 2007 10:18 AM
They gave me most
who took most gladly of my love. ~ James Richardson
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