|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|Reviewed by Aamie Burnley
|... a poem fragment comes to mind:
"This is our time for transformation.
We have grown fat from feasting on our mutual self-indulgence.
We have spun our cocoons of sackcloth and silk,
now we crawl inside, and await the coming of the light.
We know not what beasts will emerge,
we know this only,
as the prelude to something wonderful."
(C) 2000 by Aamie Burnley
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excellent! "The act of creating beauty out of chaos..." how the divine imagination works...|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Beautifully done. One of the finest esoteric poems I've ever read. Bravo.|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
you weaved the verses so well in this one.
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|love is being
In tune with creation’s never-ending hymn
What an outstanding line this is. Love this poem, everything about it.