Creative, Vickie. I like how you draw inspiration. Enjoyed:)
Sheila

Captivating my dear friend!!!

Great writing Vickie, you facinate me with your work.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

...elements full circle..your poem is touching Vickie!!

deeply moving and quite intensely written, my dear friend! My favorite lines:

Sealing the edges
of wisdom’s perfection;
Mosaic realms of sand
transformed by fire
summon to open palms
raising self control.

To fire and self control? I say forget the self control and bring on the fire.....It 's spring after all, rebirth, renewal!

Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Hope that "liberations chalice" doesn't fall to little blue pieces when shock by a deep thought...

Georg

LIBERATON'S CHALICE...AND THE QUESTION IS...HOW MUCH IS ONE WILLING TO RELEASE OF ONE'S 'SELF'...FOR REAL...FREEDOM? INTERESTING AND DONE WELL, THIS WORK GOES HAND AND HAND WITH THE PICTURE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Colorful mosaic you've put together here.

Fired in the kiln of experience and knowing, there is no returning, we open to an infinite patio and our glaze is luminous, and your writing and thinking are luminous, Vickie,

John

Nice and deep.

Very revealing and very wise Vickie, I am touched by its profound nature.
As you and I see this in its totality we refoect on its wholeness in thought and
reality. I must also think of those who are in abolescence of awakening. Although temperance becomes our vehicle, that drives us down roads up and over hills of uncertainty that without it, our temperance, we may crash into the insanity of endless indecision.
Even with this great virtue we will feel the heat of the iron laid upon our skin.

Self dicipline's reformation IS our only hope guided by our emotions understood. as you so beautifuly penned.

It always amazes me how such raw materials such as sand can end up being such beautiful creations as tile or stained glass but yet it happens. Are humans not also in a sense capable of being turned from something crude into something beautiful...your poem captures a lot of this Vick.
Fee