An opening in space as the voice of self calls in the distance like a genie in a bottle,
Begging and whispering for the stillness to prevail,
Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story,
And smiling when home is present or found.
An old clock begins to miss its beat,
As the chirping bird never misses hers,
A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given,
As the shadows dance with form.
One simple song for all,
With a million threads all singing,
Then falling back and back again,
Into trueness and peace.
Vastness in an open door ,
Fear and excitement at stepping through,
Only to see a lone gatekeeper,
Welcoming all with open arms.
Searching and fumbling,
For a space in time,
Which can’t be found,
Shhh, don’t make a sound.
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Author:
daniel dawes (
Offline) - Published: August 20th, 2016 02:37
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Very interesting..
Thanks, I hope in a good way 🙂
Yes of course in a good way,,you write on a deeper level much like myself
Great write
Thank you and for making it a favourite 🙂
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