a quickened breeze blew through the windows reducing the temperature by several degrees then a moment of thunder that yielded no rain the world sits on a threshold to experience itself courage of seeing some ultimate truth reality changes through personal perception states of awareness and some optimal proof fears are the rules, rigid to outcomes victims, betrayals, and harsh punishments loves are beliefs and acceptance allowing the courage of change healthy awareness optimal faith in the self and the collective where miracles are based
loves are beliefs and acceptance
allowing the courage of change
healthy awareness optimal faith
in the self and the collective
where miracles are based
This is truth and wisdom in a nutshell... Love casts all fear aside and in an atmosphere of unconditional acceptance and willingness to make or be vulnerable, this is the crucible in which miracles of change and growth will occur. Fantastically clear and so well-sustained for dealing with matter that is so difficult to get a concrete handle on. TY Kate xx
I believe we are about to experience a part of ourselves that we never knew existed. We've been pouring sand into the gas tank on this planet too long.
There is certainly something to be said about unity established on the foundations of love, and under the banners of understanding and wisdom that allow miracles to manifest - it certainly would be nice to see more of them. That cat that Ed wrote about today is certainly a miracle manifested in my opinion.
Thought-provoking and insightful write Debby - well done!
Richard
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 26, 2007
So few believe in miracles these days, even though they do exist. Victor
civilization is definitely on the threshold of transformation ... it may look bleak but i have faith in those who will channel positivity into action ... hopefully in time, these "invisible legislatures " will produce some effective leaders ... excellent poem, Debby ... well developed imagery and message ...
José Feliciano sung once "The windmills of your mind" the wording of this poem took me back so many years back...
Although, this poem has an happy ending.
Georg
This work makes an impacting statement on the world and the way things seem to be. Strong but with a hint of hope that maybe things will somehow change.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Peace,
Dan
allowing the courage of change
healthy awareness optimal faith
in the self and the collective
where miracles are based
This is truth and wisdom in a nutshell... Love casts all fear aside and in an atmosphere of unconditional acceptance and willingness to make or be vulnerable, this is the crucible in which miracles of change and growth will occur. Fantastically clear and so well-sustained for dealing with matter that is so difficult to get a concrete handle on. TY Kate xx
There is certainly something to be said about unity established on the foundations of love, and under the banners of understanding and wisdom that allow miracles to manifest - it certainly would be nice to see more of them. That cat that Ed wrote about today is certainly a miracle manifested in my opinion.
Thought-provoking and insightful write Debby - well done!
Richard
states of awareness and some optimal proof-they are so very true
Walt
an interesting and desriptive work...
enjoyed.....
Art Sun...
courage of seeing some ultimate truth
And I hope many will finally see it.
Although, this poem has an happy ending.
Georg
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Eileen