The golden sun rises over an unbroken sky soaring condors ride the thermals and a chipmunk scurries from out of the undergrowth and my heart settles on what is to come sensing the delivery of the hand of fate
torrid heat and gentle zephyrs glide across my skin feeling remote and distant inside the tabernacle between soul and mind all is relevant every single thing counts
the touch of love is without any equal gilded lips of eternal bliss soft the leaves rustle within the canyon lost so deep in your mirrors of attraction
i came to you and answered your clarion call taught you the answers that you had always sought gave you the tools to meet any task seldom given seldom asked
I am there for you within the frame of dimensional concepts star filled skies lightening flash flowing rivers sunburst flowers misty eyes hooting owls chirping crickets howling coyotes croaking frogs passionate persistence bonds you and I
A holiness I felt reading these words put in such a beautiful art form! Vivid pictures I am seeing in my mind and hearing the sounds from your words written. Omniscient...God eternal Spirit!
Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
your image is gorgeous, I hope to see this in person someday
and into your beautiful poetic offering transports me there
but too I feel as though I have been spoken to by God
& that is very amazing to say the least!
Beautiful title! I am transported through your words to this very serene setting and to the vivid images. There is a deep peacefulness within. Exquisite and a perfect place to end my evening. ~Best, Elizabeth
Now that's the Peter I remember. "All is relevant/every single thing counts", yes this is a lesson for me to live in the moment while not ignoring the lessons from the past. So beautiful! Saved. Hope you will grace us again soon...Lin
masterfully magical, oh Pan! ;-)
an exquisite write, peter; to be "inside the tabernacle between soul and mind" is what i strive for...
peace and blessings, poet,
carolyn
... Silent Flute indeed, Peter, and, like others below me, we ALL wonder how we missed this, if, indeed, we did, and have asked ourselves where your presence is gracing these days! :)) Thank you for lighting my page with your comments today and I hope you are well and continuing to receive, perceive and reflect truth and understanding wherever you're concentrated. As for this far-reaching and soul-stirring poem, I love the range, breadth and height of it and its sense of physical and spiritual liberation, all caught up in the wings of the fire of love. An eternal flame burns on this page. Bless you and Be well and fruitful. Love, Kate xx
Thanks you for making us see the chipmunk and feel the zephyrs. . .hear the hooting of owls, croaks of frogs, chirps
of crickets. . .'all of above!' By grounding your romantic and
loving message in nature, you have created a love letter that
I for one will always remember. Thank you for being one of a kind. . .the kind whose friendship and support I will always
treasure. 'Pea' <3
Reviewed by Silencia McKayla (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2007
A touchingly beautiful way of describing love, peace fills every line of this poetry. A brilliant read.. :)
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2007
Looks like the Grand Canyon.
Beautiful poetry, Peter.
Your poem, as well as the graphic each possess stunning beauty, Peter. I came to your den because I haven't seen a post from you for a while and wondered how you were doing. I hope you are well and that you will return to us soon.
Take care,
Sherry
Peter, I have so missed the wondrous excitement produced by reading the beauty of your words. I'm happy to once again be back at AD and able to take the time to appreciate your awesome work. Elizabeth
Peter, "The Silent Flute" is stunning.
As a reader, and admirer of your work I felt myself soaring.
I was there stanza after stanza filled with the lush imageries you shared.
Although not mentioned my mind also felt emotional textiles too, however as an artist you painted vivid colors against my memory.
Thank you, I consider this a bold, and powerful work of art,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Peter, I have been slacking on keeping up with your poetry, and for that I apologize. However, once again I was taken aback by the beauty of your words. Mesmerizing piece! Merry Christmas!
I was pulled in by the picture...then captivated by your words. The beauty of this poem lingers throughout...the ending...ahhhhh! enveloping! Beauatiful...beautiful. Peter,you have outdone even yourself with this one!
Peter, it is so good to read your words again! So much imagery is found in this piece..both subtle and vivid..well done! From beginning to end I was carried away in the words....
Once again Peter, you take the reader there, and not only to that place of"torrid heat and gentle zephyrs", but into the the depths of the mind and the very heart of romance. It doesn't get any better than this Poet.
"the touch of love
is without any equal
gilded lips of eternal bliss
soft the leaves rustle
within the canyon
lost so deep
in your mirrors of attraction".
Your work is always a gentle inspiration.
Love,
Taylor
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2006
You share so beautifully such passion of the eternal love that is unrestricted, unconditional and sometimes this kind emotion is the one that can so easily be unrecognised. Superbly crafted as ever dear Peter. Love and hugs, Panda :)
Awesome write, Peter. I'm glad to see someone else write poetry without puctuations. I do it too, thou have sometimes people have been critical about it, I still do it. EXCELLENT write.
The lute's music is heard by few. One needs to carry the respect of nature to hear it for Kokopeli stills plays in the in-between. I've missed your wisdom and messages Peter....a whole bunch!
love,
Susan
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 30, 2006
I can play the silent flute too...
So many great images, one can feel the enthusiasm of the poet for life.. Excellent Peter, once again..
'...the touch of love
is without any equal...'
Qui, Qui!! Glorious Silent Flute poem Dear Peter, from Piped Piper himself! You call hearts home to the House of Love in our hearts!
Love to you!
Suzie xo :-D
A beautiful confession of love for your precious one. The title arouses in me the passions of what was, and what could be, if we but keep our eyes fixed upon love and its author.
Like drops of dew on silken leaves.
Never rest your quill dear companion ...
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
SWeet write that has echoes of longing and love bouncing back and forth from one lint to the next until reaching that last fulfilling line..."bonds you and I".
Peter, you write in a wonderful style, always romantic with such vivid imagery, a gift to your readers from your soul. This is an outstanding example of your talent as a writer.
Love,
CJ
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Deeply moved!
Teresa
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
and into your beautiful poetic offering transports me there
but too I feel as though I have been spoken to by God
& that is very amazing to say the least!
Through Your Lovely Bounty
Vickie
asa
Beautifully penned Peter.
Lady Mary Ann
Bravo!
God Bless!
Better late than never.
Ron
Great image, fantastic write . . .!
Take care,
Lance
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
an exquisite write, peter; to be "inside the tabernacle between soul and mind" is what i strive for...
peace and blessings, poet,
carolyn
Well done.
Gina
blessin's Bro. Peter, hope you are well,
cynth'ya
Where are you? I miss you...
Don't know how I missed this compassionate, beautiful piece; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
of crickets. . .'all of above!' By grounding your romantic and
loving message in nature, you have created a love letter that
I for one will always remember. Thank you for being one of a kind. . .the kind whose friendship and support I will always
treasure. 'Pea' <3
Beautiful poetry, Peter.
Take care,
Sherry
Glorious write..as usual..
Vesna.)
all heart
with wonderful natural of the soul
happy holiday Peter
pax Anita xo
As a reader, and admirer of your work I felt myself soaring.
I was there stanza after stanza filled with the lush imageries you shared.
Although not mentioned my mind also felt emotional textiles too, however as an artist you painted vivid colors against my memory.
Thank you, I consider this a bold, and powerful work of art,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Kimberly
Regis
Wendi
Your pen is a "Silent Flute" that plays the most gorgeous of melodies.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Micke
Always,
Myrna
This is a very inspirational write. There are so much beauties in this one. I enjoyed it.
Love,
Sandie Angel :o)
God Bless,
Joselyn
Well written.
Gods Speed.
Michael
"the touch of love
is without any equal
gilded lips of eternal bliss
soft the leaves rustle
within the canyon
lost so deep
in your mirrors of attraction".
Your work is always a gentle inspiration.
Love,
Taylor
between soul and mind
all is relevant
every single thing counts
Marvelous poetic thoughts, Peter.
~Linda
love,
Susan
So many great images, one can feel the enthusiasm of the poet for life.. Excellent Peter, once again..
Your Friend,TRASK
is without any equal...'
Qui, Qui!! Glorious Silent Flute poem Dear Peter, from Piped Piper himself! You call hearts home to the House of Love in our hearts!
Love to you!
Suzie xo :-D
all is relevant"
Those two lines send me far into the land of imagination and reason. Thank you, Peter. You are a POET yes, in capital letters.
Carmen :-)
A beautiful confession of love for your precious one. The title arouses in me the passions of what was, and what could be, if we but keep our eyes fixed upon love and its author.
Like drops of dew on silken leaves.
Never rest your quill dear companion ...
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
The notes from your flute may be silent...but filtered via your pen, they become poetry, flavored like a song.
God bless you
Love&Prayers, Rhonda
Fee
Love,
CJ
Love Tinka