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Winter is Turning
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Winter is Turning |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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As winter is turning and spring waits to bud love from the depths can’t unravel a dream for entwined in reality’s harsh brittleness it snaps and crackles like grass underfoot denied the pleasure of rain. Dry branches on trees attest to the feel of a person in need of relief but sky won’t release the ways and the means into the keeping of suffering souls self bound in control and protected against the test of vulnerability. Spring is coming; it seems here today but I know it’s illusionary for dreams don’t unravel or break from the ties of ethereal innuendos merely at my behest and belief. And the mockingbird sings of life with the voice of an off-key tenor while I, in chains, sigh, close my eyes, and hum the required chorus lines. The tune isn’t new, it’s not always blue, but it touches too far from the truth for me to believe this reality can highlight, backlight, or even display the presence of love’s dignity. Love veers to the side and never collides with truth and pure honesty fearful perhaps lest vulnerability fails to honour the self, the authentic self, while bound up in chains of these times. The authentic self; how secretive, sly, it walks round the edges of life hooded and cloaked like a thief in the night waiting to steal my disguise … but I hold on by my fingertips too scared to say, “I love you”. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"The authentic self; how secretive, sly, it walks round the edges of life hooded and cloaked like a thief in the night waiting to steal my disguise … but I hold on by my fingertips too scared to say, “I love you”." I have come to believe that to free ourselves we have to sacrifice our hearts. It's a mean business, isn't it? I'm saving this wonderful outpouring of yours; it is so worth multiple readings!  ....jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi,Jo - What is a heart if lonely it mourns for the feel of love's energy which takes as it gives and empowers a being to return to, and remain in, the sphere of authentiicity? But, yes, it's a mean business in this world of ours that decrees it must be otherwise. Thanks for the read - always appreciated. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen "The authentic self; how secretive, sly, it walks round the edges of life hooded and cloaked like a thief in the night waiting to steal my disguise … but I hold on by my fingertips too scared to say, “I love you”." I think I have finally grown in to the ability to say, I love you...but it took a long time. I understand this. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Martie - I think the harder it is and the longer it takes results in the absolute truth. There are, of course, those who merely speak the words but there is no depth to it. Thank you for reading. |
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