ah, Alex, this one makes me ponder and more...there is a gentle pain and hope, if that makes sense...
and
'where in the naught'
this somehow is mystical for me and beautiful, yes...different too than other pieces of yours, yet...oh my, ever so human and ah, questions...Bravo, Sir...
and thank you,
mich
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
and
'where in the naught'
this somehow is mystical for me and beautiful, yes...different too than other pieces of yours, yet...oh my, ever so human and ah, questions...Bravo, Sir...
and thank you,
mich
Regis
Susan
Pure void = Before Thought
Thought
The manifestation of Thought = material
Thanks for the mind expansion!
Love, Suzie :-D