'a dream'
Emily B,
So much within each of us is lived as if in a mirror. Our strength is limited yet we all try, we fall, we get back up. I pray and seek my Lord Jesus Christ so much and am amazed at how grace is always His answer even when I don't understand or like how life is. It is my life after all. I am always learning. Beautiful poem of living out our inner dreams.
Blessings,
Kathy
In this poem I see the mind , and I wonder how much it differs between man and woman , / I suppose the basic functions are the same . // I perceive with my senses , seeing white , that of perfection and purity . / The Golden Sun tells me about life experience , age // Then , thinking always ask questions , who what when ! And the memory of hands awaken / all gentle touches , childhood , feelings , something forgotten ? // Knowing own wisdom , life experience / and the wisdom is in my own hands ! This is my trust, courage and faith // The Inner Child is happy singing , humming , laughing / / Perfection of what one hopes for , is to bear the responsibility , and turn the unknown memories to some victory of soul // The will awakens , and hands are on the same level as heart / I touch my self // and need to take action , walking along , wishing being on the Right Path // YES . It's a journey together , and the perfection is in the COMPLETE . . .
I love the full potential of using all mind capacity in this poem , and it seems to me , that soul has no gender .
i feel i am walking with her.... the road that leads to past that was full of ballad of joy and happiness...
glad to have rad this, emi..
thanks for shaing it :)
Loving this dream... I am compelled to walk with her as well. And for a moment I will try to forget that with knowledge comes the great responsibility and heartache... for even without this knowledge we have to face these responsibilities and navigate through life's heartaches anyways.... Thanks for sharing.
Complete?
Where would longing live? Where would wondering walk? Where would...So many beautiful, sweet and bitter sweets of our incompleteness be?
No, I'd rather be incomplete and wonder, than be complete.
"underground tunnels of my mind"?..I've said enough, I think.
dress hanging limp. beautiful
waiting for the one to show the way.
and the rest lighting my head up, like apin ball machine.
can read it over and over.
I love subtlety in a poem. This poem makes reference to a love to come through the subtle use of the dress ... hanging ... waiting. And then it speaks of wisdom which by extension without actually saying it ... refers to patience.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..