As the ancient shamans proffered, the truth of consciousness knows no boundaries.
A Fragrance By Any Other Name…
Like a perfume’s scent
Choosing not the direction it travels
One’s heavy or light persona
Attach upon the eternal ether
Seek but simple stations
Platforms of both departure and arrival
Caring not which direction
Knowing it is always where it needs to be
Oneness knows well the peaceful air
A fragrance by any other name…
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|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|I like the comparison of nondirected scent to nondirected thought. That you have thought suspended from neutral space which takes no positive or negative and has no label once separated from its source, ergo oneness, is ingenious. "Oneness knows well the peaceful air" is a great line. It could be an entire philosophy! ** Diana|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|"Oneness knows well the peaceful air"
and without it, we're chasing shadows
and indulging in great foolishness..
now let me check those roses, they've
probably wilted during the night
stay well, Odin
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Regardless of their platforms, both parties stink. Attracted by the smell of money.
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|we attach many memories to scent as with our other senses you have written of this one excelently
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Hmmm ... shamans - truth - consciousness - no boundaries - spiritual fragrance - transcending thoughts - eternal ether... seems your muse has changed, Odinsan. So ... cleansed from the miasma of societal devolution, let the wings unfurl and take flight ...
Take us to the heart
Of dream where life sings gently,
And whispers are feasts
When dewdrops of faith
Enter the ears of seekers
Searching for answers,
Take us to that place
Where bending light into bows
Indeed ... peace