As I prepared to transcend
I unveiled my self
and my worldly raiment
fell upon the earth
I am . . .
Stepping into and bathing
in the four rivers
in the Heart of Eden
by the Gate.
I rinse the sleep from my eyes
it evaporates like dew
I, now am naked on the grass.
And as did . . . my brother David
I danced for life’s treasures
unashamedly
unabashed
unrestrained
and uninhibited.
Soon I realized
that the old things
the vanity
the insanity
of an ego driven life
that seemed so important
in times past . . .
were fading from my consciousness.
“I Am” becoming in-tuned
with the spirit of ONEness
this truth
this love
this sanity
this is my reality
that lived inside, protected
until I could and would
acknowledge
accept and then eject
for sharing this peace
like an old reel
that played over and over
in my mind.
I retrieved and received
these songs of love
these harmonious melodies
and messages from spirit
ONE with self again.
As I give it
because I have it . . . to give
so it returns to me
and so it is.
Peace and Tranquillity stem from this
A place awaiting which we can not miss
Our time on earth is a speck of dust
A belief in the Almighty remains a must.
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,
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.)
Ron
Regis
A place awaiting which we can not miss
Our time on earth is a speck of dust
A belief in the Almighty remains a must.
A Powerful write, sister.
Miller
Sage