This poem can be used as a healing meditation. Just substitute your problem or illness for the first two lines of the poem.
The Golden Arrow
Injured,
barely able to move or think.
I spend my days and nights
walking through summer fields,
the yellows and blues
and dabs of other colours
everywhere, everywhere,
filling me,
making me whole,
bringing me to the
Beautiful, Radiant Soul.
The Soul’s Light everywhere,
everywhere
in the fields and skies
in every blade of straw
or flower or herb
in every scent.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Mamta Sharma
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God Bless!
Angela
Be always safe,
Karen