Spirit Calling

Dreams rapidly fade

Worlds in the palm of my hand

Cast into summer breezes

 

Seasons come and gone

Vanished on fast unseen winds

Cycle of life nearly closed

 

Spirit calling me

Lifting me to sights unseen

Universe waiting

 

 

Wonder of Wonders

Will be there waiting for me

Eternities surround me

 

 

Reviews

[Nick Granger]

This poem truly captures the theme of ego portending its own disintegration. According to the sages and mystics, it is in letting go of the reflections of self that the unspeakable integration of what we call spirit can occur. I relate to the feeling of longing for rest, peace, and non-existence while at the same time giving in to the craving for what we call existence.

"Worlds in the palm of my hand/Cast into summer breezes" You have captured, in these words, What it is, "To be, or not to be", on very many levels.

[Doctor JKC]

I like how you go to what you can hold to the unreachable.
Great!
Jack

[Tommy]

I hope that I feel this way when I am passing from this world to the next. Great poem, it captures the end of the world's cycles in every verse only to show that with every ending there is a new beginning.
Thanks for sharing.
RLG,
Tommy

[Ana Goncalves]

Beautiful and light, truth in experience. :)

[Julio Angel Ortiz]

I like this. Some great imagery here; "Worlds in the palm of my hand / Cast into summer breezes" is a absolutely wonderful. My only criticism is that it feels like it needs to be filled out more; it kind of just ends for me. But over all, nice!

[Anastasia]

Beautiful work! Holly