![]() Zones of IntentA Poem by pheasant
We are what we think
Or we think what we are We know how to blink But don't need to try hard Our breath is so natural It moves on it's own And with focused intent This tool can be grown And so it can be With the thoughts we think When using this tool We come to the brink The brink of the known These seeds we have sewn... But with seeds planted now We give life a zone A zone to the possible As yet to be shown Where the old impossible Becomes overblown Overblown by the pattern The frequency... tone Which arranges the subtle Ether, mass... and clones Clones our intents... Our mind's eye's scope And begins to shape futures... Are yours fueling hope? © 2011 pheasantAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 23, 2011 Last Updated on March 3, 2011 Author![]() pheasantSanta Rosa, CAAboutThis is such a great outlet for so many... I'm here to share, make meaningful connections, and delve a little deeper into the creative flow. I know writing to be a tool and a gift, that can help us in.. more..Writing
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