Just enough for a prompt reminiscence to bloom_(^^)_ Unhesitatingly you peek.~.as spirited & youthful pioneers do_(^^)_ Overcome with joy your blessings are illuminated_(^^)_
I love the last line...
The photo goes so beautifully with your words.
Cryssa
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2008
Wonderful writing sweet Ted,love the picture as well...missed ya...stay safe and well...Hugssss
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2008
lust[rous]. on the [b]loom doth open .. .this seems to me a hushed provocative introspective..... an organic bois d'arc, a mirrored edge of a soul that tiptoes up to the edge of another; looking in, looking up[on], and finding a reflection of what b[l]inds all of us.....a spirit, a soft light from within....like a stained glass prism.....all those shapes and colours combining to form one light so bright we can barely keep our eyes on it, on us,
on and on.. .
a raining bow of creation; of michelangelo, of a fingertip of adam to a fingerprint of God. ..
and an eagle's eye nebulae~
must be the evening's sun shattering my window.
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I love lustres... they speak of an inherent inner richness that responds well to a mirrored reflective light. And they can also be the shaft by which chinks of remembrance appear for maybe just a milisecond before they're gone again. The radiant face that captures this fractional experience could be said to turn the clock back, to assume the features of a child. And the untainted joy of a child is, of course, exhilarating. This the daisy chain of my thoughts that cascades from your metaphysical creative ganglion. TY xx
Superb sensations of light, I love your choice of words. Is "do" intended to be far away from the rest? Just wondering... :-) Very intriguing image too!
It unites spiritual wisdom from the East and West to help readers experience Christ consciousness in the here and now. Combining the Oneness teachings of India with a fresh look at the New Testament.
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The photo goes so beautifully with your words.
Cryssa
on and on.. .
a raining bow of creation; of michelangelo, of a fingertip of adam to a fingerprint of God. ..
and an eagle's eye nebulae~
must be the evening's sun shattering my window.
}{----
Be always safe,
Karen
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Axilea