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The rebuff
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The rebuff |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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The tune of love played hauntingly for many a day undisturbed until the seriousness of a rebuff made of the ears non-working organs. But everyone knows the ears aren’t soul and soul still listens and sings along like an uncontrollable wilful child while the parent wails and bemoans its complete and utter inability to produce what the world expects. The parent in time knows to let go and let the soul listen, sing, dance, for surely it is the right of soul to make of its life what it likes. But when parent and soul split up there’s an emptiness in the “gut” that like a virus crashes the system and prevents a needful restart. The system is dead that once played love and held body and soul together because when a rebuff hits home there’s nothing left to speak of. And so for a time, the longest time, the unspeakable silence of soul’s depart reverberates down the lines of time because nothing ever can rectify the dire and seriousness consequences of an all-embracing rebuff! Helen / 20 November 2009 |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The system is dead that once played love and held body and soul together because when a rebuff hits home there’s nothing left to speak of. And so for a time, the longest time, the unspeakable silence of soul’s depart reverberates down the lines of time because nothing ever can rectify the dire and seriousness consequences of an all-embracing rebuff! this is so true Helen... you write so well of life's journeys M |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Dear Helen: You have turned our internal coping mechanisms into the subject of a wonderful, although sad, work of art. Brilliant and provoking imagery lends a profound, and personal, credibility to this perfect piece. Go well Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Poignant write, Helen. Once spoken, the verbal rebuff cannot be taken back. Hopefully, time will heal whatever caused the heart-rift.  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, M. Yes, all of life is a journey but sometimes I just want to stand still and, I suppose, I recently got what I wanted. Now I'm restless! Jim - Thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a great comment. Certainly much appreciated. Kacy - Thanks. I guess non-verbal rebuffs are the worst and yes, time can heal. Sometimes it chooses not to though - it's that damn free will.  Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Those rebuffs aren't easy to handle, no. Your work is your heart's research for peace. Very impressive depth of thoughts. We need to learn to focus on our soul's whispers ... they say "you are loved, you are loved, you are loved ...".  Margherita |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
The parent in time knows to let go and let the soul listen, sing, dance, for surely it is the right of soul to make of its life what it likes. But when parent and soul split up there’s an emptiness in the “gut” that like a virus crashes the system and prevents a needful restart. A very poignant thought provoking post dear Helen. I would say written from the heart. You have put a great deal of thought in writing this one my dear. Love and a big hug Lindsay |
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