My view for the last thirty years. Aaah, for a change.

So glad you can clearly see the little things that make such a difference.

Ron

this brought me to tears of joy,Jude. magnificent,my new fav of yours!I have to stop reading now so I can savor this for awhile...
luv, et

exquisite poetry

lovely write

beautiful imagery as well as word choices!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I'm beholding to you for the visions you painted in my mind. Thank You.

Dick

A beautiful moment wrapped in nature, frozen in time. Nice!
Sheila

A softer side of you.
I like this.

Ragno

... Reminds me, but of course, of the spots before the eyes I got in Venice: so many gold-leaf mosaics; so much artistry in glass; such watery ethe-reality trapped within labyrinthine, rootless reflections. It was only on the lagoon waterfronts I felt that I could breathe: the atmosphere there was always that of the pastel-coloured, misty paintings of the Masters: very much as

"a daylight moon
surfaces through massive loopholes of heaven"

This is a very personalised, "of the moment" take on this delicate, visionary offering which seems to me a bit of a soothing Rorschach write... each of us sees what we want to see or whatever silhouette is currently lurking in the light/dark play-off between majesty, mystery and masquerade in our minds...

A beautiful and tender flutter-by, flutter-by, Francesco. xx

Kaleidoscope view, stunning images float in my mind Jude~

A beautiful tapestry of nature as viewed through a window...breath taking...

Carole~

The beauty of a butterfly is exemplified in your poem.

Supple like suede leather this poem slips into the readers mind and sits there comfortably allowing me to take my time and meander through it's possible meanings.
fee

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

This is the loveliest rush of blood to the head i've had in a while, Jude.
Glorious!

John

This canvas of a piece is definitely abstract
in it's image portraying the beauty of nature
and life..... Lovely write...

There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.

In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be

stitched.

O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burning

fire of love----

Love comes of its own free will, it can't be learned

in any school.

If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.

If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.

If you become a mountain, I'll melt you in fire.

And if you become an ocean, I'll drink all your water.

Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.

From that water of life he is in a state of elation.

This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.

To be one with the truth for just a moment,

Is worth more than the world and life itself.

In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing

but a house. "Rumi"



Jude, Your poem brings me joy.

Much peace, light and love,

Amber

If you see all that beauty looking out your window, then you definitely DON'T live in the NYC I have heard of...e ;-)

To be one in all its beauty, your wings flew past my window too, wonderful portrait of oneness Jude. Bless ya! Jasmin Horst

there is the great and the small all woven together into the tapestry of "everything." a poetic "smelling of the flowers" so to say, a blend of sensation and geometry melded elegantly into the universal architecture, astonishing, emotive and vivid if we stop to pay attention.

Great imagery......."gods everything..."" what a concept!!!

Chip Bergeron

There is a feel of grounding in this offering, Jude; as though I am planted and awakening to a new-found freedom, at the same time. Beautiful and soothing verses, I like this very much.
Take care,
Sherry

Beautiful metamorphosis...your vision cannot be better, Jude. An enlightenment came into your soul being in this past year, one and a half months left to get closure and open up to 20/11 my dear man.

Love,
Sage

uplifting view of the otherside. ~ Morgan

Profound, glorious! A most beautiful uplifting poem.
Best Wishes,
Christine

Like reading the magic of life written on the clouds through the gossamer wings of an albino butterfly. Yep. Impressed me.

If you can quash our monarchy it will be a blessing. I can stand no more about the royal wedding.

That aside, this has a depth of majestic beauty. Rather like the sun filtering through a 1200 year old churches stained glass windows. As-well-as the moonlight as Easter approaches.

Quite ineffable to describe, yet this has a divine feel.

This is truly a lovely painting exquisitely shared, Jude. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Ahhhh, breath of fresh air. x