In the corridors between the stars Comets echoed as they called out To souls basking in a lunar glow Charging their evolution by repetition In an endless loop of silence Suspended on marble inhalations Giving form where there was none Filling vapors before movements Of illusion, where hole braids whole Tight in the transparency of nothingness That is read with delight by cerebral braille Beneath cascading canopies of heaven As a blanket swaddles each new thought Feeding the hungry babe of question That resides within the conscience Glowing by the growth of knowlege That courses through the veins Before the times of measure Before the times of speech Before the times of times Before The Echo
In the begining was the word...What came first? the word, or the thought behind the word? This is how this has left me Anita...pondering the profound Lol...I thank you for that LOl...gonna have a chat with the universe now lol.
Excellent celestial and transcendant sojourn.
Paul;-)
P.S. Say Hi! to your daughter for me...I've borrowed a video cam, so I'm off to film a Castle or two and lots of other cool stuff...so keep 'em peeled in the next few weeks.
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2006
My senses were left tingling after this read Anita. What a great, vivid and mystical journey you just took me on, ty. Panda :)
Tight in the transparency of nothingness
That is read with delight by cerebral braille
ADORE this image! My kind of "nothingness"! :)) This has a wonderful sub-sonic feel in the deeper regions of the shadows of the mind and soul. Wonderful description of that which is so hard to pin down and define. Weighty and yet graceful... like whales! :)) K xx
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on November 15, 2006
You describe the evolution perfectly.
Every line...perfect.
I read this twice and then saved it. Each verse, each line, each phrase is almost a stand alone poem of its own and too rich and vibrant to absorb in one setting. This is a classic work of beauty to be savored over the years. Lovely.
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2006
Creation is a circle, it all comes round, beginning,end another beginning, and like an echo resounds all over the place. Beautiful and deep poem. Victor
Reviewed by Rhonda Drogo (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2006
Wow! Absolutely awesome concentrated awareness of knowledge, depth, and truth, in poetry! R.
"Before the Echos...a creative imagery among the universe, suspended in a poet's mindseye... I could go on and on...I love your intro on this,
..."In the corridors between the stars
Comets echoed as they called out
To souls basking in a lunar glow
Charging their evolution by repetition...
Great write!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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inspired metaphysics, Pax ...
Chrissy
Excellent celestial and transcendant sojourn.
Paul;-)
P.S. Say Hi! to your daughter for me...I've borrowed a video cam, so I'm off to film a Castle or two and lots of other cool stuff...so keep 'em peeled in the next few weeks.
That is read with delight by cerebral braille
ADORE this image! My kind of "nothingness"! :)) This has a wonderful sub-sonic feel in the deeper regions of the shadows of the mind and soul. Wonderful description of that which is so hard to pin down and define. Weighty and yet graceful... like whales! :)) K xx
Every line...perfect.
Elizabeth
You are taking a journey here on the rocket of transcendental surrealism and I like the cajoling impressions and imagery.
Such a mind you have - from farts to this in less than a month. You do indeed have a multifarious muse that never lets you down.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
God Bless,
Lew
Bom Bhole!
Roshan
I love the journey you took me on. A celestial feast.
Fee
Love Tinka
..."In the corridors between the stars
Comets echoed as they called out
To souls basking in a lunar glow
Charging their evolution by repetition...
Great write!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
spasiba,
~D.