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A Poem by Emily B
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in pursuit of the Magnum Opus

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as I am a child of the Universe,

I choose

to converse with angels.

 

Someday

I will learn

the powers that define

true grace.

 

I will be

my own Greatest Work

when I surrender.

© 2010 Emily B


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I was moved by your poem and few I've read do that to me. I got choked up: one of the proofs for me that a poem holds a universe of emotion is that it can race my heart, blur my eyes, give a tremble to my lip. And this poem did that for me. And you end it with the word "surrender," which is the door through which you finally enter to learn all the answers that once clouded your mind.

Sal

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Posted 16 Years Ago


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wisdom from the deep well of the soul~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

grace and surrender , two magical words, that birth great thought

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes you will.. of that I do not doubt..
Once more you write with wonderful insight and wisdom.. thank you, Emily

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'I will be
my own greatest Work
when I surrender.'

This line reminds me of Shakespeare's 'to thine own self be true'.... If it is within us to converse with angels, then our soul finds the answers.

It's like hanging out with the right crowd, so to speak...lol. I'm not making light of your verse because it's profound and beautiful and another favorite.

So very lovely, my friend although my sense of humour is a bit off...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tommy (Smiles) and says how true is the Word, which inspires the Work.

"I will be
my own Greatest Work
when I surrender'

Nice work!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you take refinement to new levels each time.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

confident. profound.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brooding on this elegantly succinct contemplation of creative-spiritual process, I'm reminded of William Blake's immortal "Damn braces, bless relaxes."

It also summons the comparable tantric paradox, "By passion you are bound, by passion you are released."

In other words, the surrender is ever set up by an integrally informed effort, the core yin-yang of Consciousness.

In conversing with angels, it's also good to recall they are more likely beings of daimonic awe than sentimental guardians. I think Rilke touched on this.

Your fine and understated poem catalyzes poetics itself. Good work!

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily this is a very inspiring poem.
You have the power and choice . I like the lines...

as I am a child of the Universe,

I choose

to converse with angels.

I love you used child of the Universe.. as we all are tho some forget.

Chloe

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thanks, M. I was online with nothing to do. That has changed since this poem :-) And for me, you're at that place.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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