O my darlings
When did we forget
who we are...?
When did we forget
that we are composed of
starlight mist and
Eternity's breath...?
Our names indelibly written
on angelic scrolls...
I gaze up at heaven's mirror
and behold a vast reflection
A luminous being stares back at me
Thousands of suns and moons
spinning in our eyes
O my darlings The Ecstasy of it all
Yes, Dear Jerry
That is most of us, we forget our immortal nature, many eons pass.
But no worries, Divinity will inevitably be realized, it is our absolute truth.
Wishing you
Eternal Remembrance
of who you are
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.)
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That is most of us, we forget our immortal nature, many eons pass.
But no worries, Divinity will inevitably be realized, it is our absolute truth.
Wishing you
Eternal Remembrance
of who you are