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The spark of truth
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The spark of truth |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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It was a breath scanning many years before the exhale and this breath a hurricane that mingled truth with untruth until so well entwined they became as one. It is this “one” that haunts a mind now that the breathing’s done and it’s known to be the ghost of past that will not lie down dead. It’s immune to all my rituals, my incense, candles, mind, and merely grins most wickedly at intent’s ineptitude. The ghost, this ghost, my only ghost, nameless in the ether but in the feel a spark of truth rises time and time again and burns within a passion that will not lie down dead. And when, and when, I lie down dead ‘twill be as one unmoved by that spark’s wish to rekindle what on earth remained unseen. And that spark of truth will fizzle, die, amidst residual memory of all the many untrue sparks that grew a fulsome fire ~ and I mourn now its demise heartbreakingly! Helen / 25 February 2010 |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
sparks are good. sometimes you stomp them out, sometimes they smolder into fires. be sure you want what you get. or get what you want. Great write. Fall in love early, fall in love often. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You can vanquish that ghost, if you add your will to the intent, I believe it is possible not to be haunted. You ARE the spark of truth, dear Helen. Great write! Love and hugs. Margherita  |
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