Open Poetry #43 |
The ghost |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
‘tis the ghost of times long past that haunts this present human state and flits like thoughts and feelings within and round about the all and everything of life. I know it’s here when I am here and there when I am there and I would shake, rattle, and roll this attachment from my life if I were a one to be unmindful of that state of grace. And in that state love hovers so within or on the outskirts of my experiences and though I seek the knife, scalpel, that cuts through energy I find that none exists. There is no mortal man-made tool that severs who I am from you but ‘tis the “I” of transience that seeks to touch again the face of love’s now earthly form. And so I touch when I am here to find again the same as there but ‘tis known in circles of the wise that ghosts are ghosts, times past are past, and the haunted remain haunted until, until, until … well, until I am detached. [This message has been edited by Honeybunch (12-26-2008 02:34 AM).] |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Yes, Honey, there are periods in one's life when we need to do a spiritual house-cleaning and detach ourselves from the ghosts of times pasts that no longer serve us. Sending my love and blessings of joy in the coming new year. Linda |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi, Linda. Thanks and happy holidays to you. May the New Year be a happy one for you and yours. Hugs Helen |
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