Authentic.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Authentic.

 

Find the place where two seas meet,
stand on the edge of seen and unseen
and listen to Heaven speaking.

 

View the space of un-walked worlds,  
gaze on the calm of an inner universe
   and meet Love's immortal fervour.      

 

Authentic beauty needs Self empty
to hear the music of ecstasy.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2020 03:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments9

  • Neville

    amazing how one can find perfection after only eight rows of words so skilfully spun....

    Neville

    • Fay Slimm.

      You honour my words and warm my heart dear friend. Huge thank yous as always................ x

    • Laura🌻

      My Dear Fay,

      Your meaningful scripted words deliver a message of importance. Freeing ourselves from troubling concerns will enable us “to hear the music of ecstasy”—inner peace.
      So beautifully stated. You are an amazing poetess. Thank you for sharing.

      Laura🌻

    • Michael Edwards

      And I can hear it. Super words.

    • orchidee

      Yes, skilfully spun super sentences - I can't shay that after fhew whishkies. Hic! lol.

    • dusk arising

      Fine words upon which the hunger of a romantics heart may taste an appetiser.

    • ANGELA & BRIAN

      Good Evening FAY - Angela here ! Love the Picture it reminds me of gazing out over Auckland Harbour longing for Brian to come & take me Home !
      When we are Betwixt & Between we always need to Listen to Heavens Voice ! Unwalked World (The Path less Taken) always leed to DISCOVERY ! Thanks for sharing !

      Blessings & Peace & Joy
      Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

    • Accidental Poet

      This place you speak of I believe to be within all our own hearts. Heaven is everywhere, but especially in our hearts. Great write Fay.

    • Suresh

      Only when one devious oneself of all distraction, can hear your music of esctasy.
      Thank you.

    • Goldfinch60

      You took me to that place with your words Fay and the music is playing.

      Andy



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