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An Open Gate : Speak ‘Friend’ and Enter ...
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An Open Gate : Speak ‘Friend’ and Enter ... |
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Jonathan Junior Member
since 2005-05-04
Posts 11Paris |
An Open Gate : Speak ‘Friend’ and Enter ... The need that tames the flames of inner fire can seed ten thousand ripples may be more, desire to feed the furnace of desire creates from dust more than there was before. Those letters inked on parchment or those which on pixel tell~tale trace dance in the brain may early, late, both stimulate, enrich, cross reference, cross reference again. The music which one hears the spheres have known they knew they knew before is undertone vibrating through the Universal, sown as echo coeval with the wind thats blown along the way as day and night advance ~ or is it coexist in parallel ~ with worlds dreams glimpse perhaps should changeling Chance a timeline open till dawn's waking bell. What counts is ways the wave bands interlink from infra violent through the ultra read judgmental values fade, flushed down Life's sink, the Pattern counts, how waft and web are spread within the flow itself should make one think there is no past, no present, no ahead, as Time can rhyme the span, at Man must wink ~ as [s]he from Judge to Judgement's, spinning, led. The air we breath with life does seethe and how that interacts to marshal facts is strange, coincidence can shape both "here and now" and still instill, fulfill, scope for more range without the trammels and the platitudes which most do tie ~ both low and high ~ as each may goes beyond informal attitudes to glow in flow with currents out of reach. This flow is pattern icing on the cake the poet bakes it takes the time to write it whirls around, remains on ground to make no line dividing time, space, day or night. Thus time itself appears conveyor belt on belt "die Welt" does drive at different speeds, some contradictory, some helter-skelt to feed the need to feed the need to seed an echo which upon an unknown date in turn will stimulate discovery of what once known ~ it is an open gate which calls upon the inner eye to see... Life : A finite succession of infinite opportunities Poetry : Open sharing of individual ability to channel creative soul-song AWAY from the ego [This message has been edited by Jonathan (05-16-2005 05:37 AM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
This is really excellent. Worthy of many reads. Will be back again. TD |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"it is an open gate which calls upon the inner eye to see..." I've got to agree with you here. Thought provoking piece! |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Johnathan- I read this one three times to make sure. I am almost as new to this forum as you so maybe I need to read it again. To me I see an open gate as an invitation.. I do like it. adagio (the above response came from adagio and was posted on a double entry of this poem which has been deleted) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"The music which one hears the spheres have known they knew they knew before is undertone vibrating through the Universal, sown as echo coeval with the wind thats blown" Exactly! You put forth so many beautiful thoughts in this, it was hard to pick out one phrase that strikes me. But the 'undertone' reference is in such perfect harmony with my own concept of the Universe, I had to select that as my favorite. [This message has been edited by Midnitesun (05-16-2005 10:48 AM).] |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Johnathan, your pixel tell-tale traces are alway a pleasure to read. I need to read your work with four eyes, two for each meaning you weave expertly into the lines. Another excellent write  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
The music which one hears the spheres have known they knew they knew before is undertone vibrating through the Universal, sown as echo coeval with the wind thats blown beautiful, this was like taking an inter glacitical stroll with you...amazing |
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