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The Other Lives Lived |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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The Other Lives Lived There are long ago, distant times in me Know heaven’s truth, and there is more than one, Of places lived, loves known in distant past, Some feelings unsaid, and deeds left undone. When oceans span far to receive waves call Or standing alone in medieval halls When walking in moccasins of cured skins, Or times this body was darker of kin, Memories flood deep through my resting soul Perhaps blue dreams be but déjà vu’s shoal, Far back in time do deep memories roam Shadowy spaces, faces, call me home. A vessel roaming large from shore to shore, Knowing the heart of a pirate’s deep core Vessel sailing, soaring breeze’s curry Memories less vague, no longer blurry. So, listen to a lone balladeer’s song, When hoot owls joined in skies dark and belonged, When lyres strummed Greensleeves, love sung to her, And memories warmed like a mulled liqueur. Times of roaming, knowing flatland grasses Webbed history of ancestors passing Being one with spirits, the wolf, and deer, Consider a Great Spirit still lives here. The sorrowful times of being owned whole, Carrying chained scars ’round body and soul Spirituals were what encouraged a heart Ancient histories: I have taken part. Listening to heartstrings, memories smooth, Of long ago lives from us far removed ~ Not to listen would cause one great dis-ease, For those memories now heard on a breeze. In these long ago and faraway times, My soul is again warm from rich mulled wine Entranced by the medley of these old songs, My souls rejoice, all memories belong. ©KRJ 5 September, 1999 "The Other Lives" Revised 5 January 2001 Revised 14 November 2008 |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Sunshine, This is fine writing, and I like it a lot. Some people are privileged to live a number of lives. Love bobby |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Moccasin walks are still in my blood and walking through this poem was very peaceful. It brought to me some memories of times I cherish. Nice read indeed. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
 !!!!! My word, Glorious Orb of Light ~ how you shine in this radiant write! I do so understand!!! The well is deep from which you draw your soul-stirring ink!  Linda  |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I know those other lives as well, Sunshine and this lovely lit up tiny lights all over my memory. Ida |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
It shows in your writing, Karilea, that you've many fine soul-memories within you. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Dear Karilea - you are privileged to be able to recall and then share those recalls so ably with us. Thank you but ... I've got bad news. This isn't the last of your lives. The good news is that I think that with a bit of awareness we are able now to plan the next one. I have in mind that another life is not for me but in case I change my mind I'd better do some planning.  Helen |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
wish I could tolerate wine~~ maybe some of those past lives would surface ~~  M |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Sunshine - rich mulled wine, a glass to share with a great poet... BC |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
BEAUTIFUL!! Its always a delight to read your poetry, dear lady. thank you for sharing Theresia |
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shortsleeves Member
since 2008-10-19
Posts 125Franklin Tennessee |
Beautiful aspects of consciousness blend in awareness of each other. Each touching the other in a multidimensional dance of love. Wonderful work Karilea. Hal |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
This is beautiful Sunshine -Juju |
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Pantheress Member
since 2008-11-02
Posts 215Queensland, Australia |
Just when I think its all been said and done before.. You show me depths that teach me more.. Thank you for sharing your talent with me,smiles.. |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Karilea, I so enjoy reading your poetry. You are one fine writer. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Karilea, this is truly Sunshine magic! I felt I belonged in this exquisite collection of mystical memories swirled into each other like rich cream into liquid chocolate; like colours swirling into shades and nuances of themselves and flowing into others; like whales singing messages to birds who pass the message on to dogs barking the message on to other dogs on the next hill in the night; like the multitudinousness of the universe flowing into its own oneness; like the diversity and the unity of PIP. This is a poem to read and reread and reread and reread, with more enjoyment each time. One thing that I did have from my parents was that they both read poetry to me when I was young. If I had been exposed to this poem then, I know I would have asked for this one time and time again. It whispered to me of another favourite I have had since childhood. It is called Dedication and is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I have put it below: DEDICATION 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 the 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 he 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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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I started reading this and had this "déjà thingee" going on and then at the bottom you said, "Revisited." Well, I liked it before and even more so this time around |
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Dark Star Member
since 2008-02-20
Posts 392Lost in your eyes |
this is nice |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Absolutely mesmerizing write, dear Karilea! It is a blessing to be aware of our multiple lives. Love, Margherita  "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
When oceans span far to receive waves call Or standing alone in medieval halls When walking in moccasins of cured skins, Or times this body was darker of kin,................." This part here karilea is so poetically penned, I really enjoy your poems! to youARCTIC WIND |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
That is one very fine write dear Karilea, One of your best that I have read. Take a bow dear Lady. Love Lindsay |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
PiP's that way......when you need a message, when you're really ready for a particular message, I mean, whether or not you know you need it, if you come here you will find it. Today I needed this one. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"There are long ago, distant times in me Know heaven’s truth, and there is more than one, Of places lived, loves known in distant past, Some feelings unsaid, and deeds left undone" strong opening for a beautiful write...enjoyed... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You are all very kind. Individual hugs to one and all. |
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