Withdrawal of time,
From an outward world,
Stepping stones within,
Loosely paved to nothing.
A falling away of belief,
In time which was invested,
Battles won and lost,
The chessboard became congested.
What is right with wrong,
In a place where wrong is right,
The in between is grey,
Is it truly worth a fight.
A moment to which is held,
But yourself in your own hands,
The turning world of mind inside,
Conjures shadows across the lands.
Taking out the hook of past,
While the fish of emotion squirms,
To throw it into the ocean deep,
Not to be buried with the worms.
I sit and find a peaceful place,
In which I disappear,
Only to realise wherever I go,
I'm always simply here.
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Author:
daniel dawes (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2016 01:52
- Category: Spiritual
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Thanks for reading my poem,but before I push you into the river Dart(?!) ,Could you be kind enough to explain to this plain maid,why are you getting very similar closure with your previous poem:
"Silence is broken as I step only to fall back into which it came,
I sit,
I watch,
And fade away into the beautiful tranquil night."😕
How do you know about the river dart? Where abouts are you from? Yes the closure is similar and i have a few more that are the same.........I try and show the madness before pulling it back to the simplicity of being present in oneself. In a way I'm trying to point to the stillness that surround all things. Hope that explained it, if not let me know 🙂
As a member of the National Trust I have stayed in boat houses around your area,a lightouse in Cornwall ,an old mill house..etc.
You like 'talking' about yourself.🔙
I like 'talking' about others than myself...â›”
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