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The Cleansing
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The Cleansing |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada 
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Young man with good heart, he lay there ready to expire the guiding spirit spoke: "Please forgive me Mother Earth," was repeated over and over until The Great Mother responded both sides of his upper torso moved simultaneously, until they met there was a resultant cloud of soot -every destructive element was expelled- the man lay there daring not to move he had just experienced the power necessary to create entire galaxies he lay there, lost in awe and once he opened his eyes, he could, once more, breathe effortlessly ***** **** **** ..circa 2002..Copyright 2002 Spiros Zafiris ..poem archived in several other sites ..channeled; from spirit, Ram; through Spiros |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Oh Spiros, I love this, sweet friend, this reminded me of Rainer Maria Rilke's "Archaic Torso of Apollo", in the poem she refers to the ongoing brilliance of Apollo and how if we keep our torso together we can live as happy poets with confidence! (sigh) This is excellent, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Spiros, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..Mistletoe Angel../\..thank you for reading my poem..i appreciate your kind words.. ../\..Spiros -----------------------Kindness------ |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
A very interesting write. I enjoyed it for it's superb images that were unique and oh so creative. |
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Connel
since 2002-11-04
Posts 736Florida, USA |
That was a good poem. Good subject, mother nature is always fasinating, no matter what its in.. Great Job! I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait. |
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