Sleeping SpiritA Poem by Carol Phelan Aebby "Sleeping Spirit" Layers of experiences cloud the mind, And dull the spiritual and physical senses. Violence is rampant, love is lost words Float in the air, jeering with absent meanings. Colors darken with age, - losing their purity, - As we search in vain for that one work of art; The expression of the essence that would Erase all others; stand alone, and satisfy The spirit. The quiet one that sits alone In the depths of the soul; - fully influenced, Cringing from the horrors of many lives, Wishing for release, - fearing exposure, - Waiting for the light... A clear light that will free The limits of the mind, and lift the artist within. © - Carol Phelan Aebby
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StatsAuthorCarol Phelan AebbyCork, IrelandAboutI am the breath you felt on your cheek; When you thought you were alone... The force that taught you to be wise And to find harmony with Nature... The air you breathe when life needs To be renewe.. more..Writing
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