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Whispered Bindings
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Whispered Bindings |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989
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As the eagle flies I hear the cries from a far and distant past calling me.. return and see just what mankind has cast away thrown to the side while buried deeply, yet residing here, there and everywhere... On sacred soil we have tread while tears of Nations on earth were bled seeping deep into the ground uniting each all are bound by the whispers on the wind the ancient spirits, with wisdom speak again with the rising of each dawn in new remember that the past holds truths that binds one to all and all to one in circles completed and just begun.... Listen, as the eagle f l i e s........ seek the flame within yourself and let your soul be cleansed by the fire of love. Axel Ekenstierna |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Gentle One, your words soar with the eagles ~ as does your spirit.  Hugs with love, Linda |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"with the rising of each dawn in new remember that the past holds truths that binds one to all and all to one in circles completed and just begun.... Listen, as the eagle f l i e s........" Beautiful words here Donna. Love ya lady~ In the midst of winter, |
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Skyfire 
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
Beautifully written  I love the way you took me into your thoughts with this one.and then He created the horse... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A song for Oklahoma... and all of the Nations. One of your best, little one. "It matters not this distance now" from Yesterday's Love |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I'm listening Bella... a magnificent write.  m xx how i would love you, love you as no one ever did! Die and still, love you more. And still love you more..and more |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, I love, love, love, love, love this! Gentle Spirit, be careful. If you get any better, you may pop! - Owl |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I meant to put this in my original reply and as it isn't showing yet (for me anyway), I can't edit it in. I think I may have put this in another reply some time ago, but to whom, I can't remember. It is for me a much-loved poem and your poem reminds me of this - with regard to the connection between us all: Dedeication As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens, And seeing not the forms from which they come, Pauses from time to time and turns and hearkens; So walking here in twilight, O my friends; I hear your voices, softened by the distance, And pause and turn to listen, as each sends His words of friendship, comfort and assistance. If any thought of mine, or sung or told, Has ever given delight or consolation, Ye have repaid me back a thousand fold, By every friendly sign or salutation. Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown! Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token, That teaches me, when seeming most alone, Friends are around us, though no word be spoken. Kind messages that pass from land to land; Kind letters that betray the heart’s deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand - One touch of fire - and all the rest is mystery! The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces! Perhaps on earth I never shall behold, With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance; Therefore to me ye never will grow old, But live forever young in my remembrance. Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away! Your gentle voices will flow on for ever, When life grows bare and tarnished with decay, As through a leafless landscape flows a river. Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavour for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes and fears and aspirations. Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk, Saddened, and mostly silent, with emotion; Not interrupting with intrusive talk The grand majestic symphonies of ocean. Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest, At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted, To have my place reserved among the rest, Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
smiling here putting this in my nest |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Damn, this is the best I have read from you, I swear, wish I had written it myself. I adore this write, Donna. You are flying with the eagles, my, my . . . (but always were anyhow) I love the breaks, they are perfect, sounded like whispers. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Thank you all for the smiles you have given me! Your comments are so kind. I appreciate your replies and wish I had more time to be here. |
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