Original analogy of how facts are bent through time as light is bent.

Perfect final lines,

memory of our origin fading
evolving into myriad tales of creation

- David

This is so beautifully expressed.......pure elegance.

ah yes, leslie, a melting pot of tales of creation indeed; but take heart for Universal Mind and Memory retains it all.
very well scribed, poetess,
be well,
carolyn

Refraction is an interesting word to encapsulate this surpassing poetic thought. A synonym for refraction could be deflection, a twist or aberration, a turning aside, or a deviation ... bending ... the list is long.

But in context this brings to mind how so much literature in this society is subtly re-created from generation to generation. This, in my own personal experiences, becomes increasingly evident in how the classic authors - Jules Verne, Robert Lewis Stevenson, etc. etc. are edited and interpreted to death in each new edition that reaches the market when their popularity surges for what ever reason.

The blessings for me in reading the original manuscript are extraordinary. I could ramble on here dear Leslie but I won't. You have inspired thought with this insight. Thankyou! richard

I find this write worthy of much more than a single reading; I seem to get more out of the thought process in engenders each time I read. Thank you, Leslie. Love and best wishes,

Regis

...where does truth end and spin begin and how do they coalesce? how much of the original ever filters down to us generations later? what to believe and from whom?
You pose these questions succinctly and elegantly, Leslie, in this thoughtful, worthwhile poem.
And I love Dixie Lewis's picture and its appropriateness.

John

Conveyed as an integral part of our heritage, our stories are ancient chronicles chiseled from stone and set in rock and even on cloth squares of the story quilt which tells a story, the old-fashioned quilting bee where women sat around the quilt top in a frame sewing unity and sharing their generational stories of their ancestry - those legacies, some even housed in the Smithsonian in art collections of slaves working in tobacco and cotton fields and their treatment on those plantations...stories chronicle weddings, river baptisms, funerals, pecan groves and rationing stamps during the depression...and on the other end of Refraction, us Starseeds, Walk-ins and Lightworkers have a "special light" of refraction when a planet is set aside as an experiment for polarity integration, there exists a unique opportunity for all "refracting through time"...we are the hope of the universe...be well.

Love,
Sage

A nice poetic description of the misperception of perceptions.

So true and so beautifully expressed, Leslie. I love how you've used the word "evolving." It suggests, to me, that the tales are not somehow "less" than the truth. It also seems to imply that the generational storytelling with all its bending and curving is, somehow, the natural progression of our truth.