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Realisation

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  • ErcAshfrd@aol.com
    Realisation By a miraculous process that you will never fully understand your imagined life becomes a living thing. Something new comes your way. A
    Message 1 of 2 , Jan 8, 2006
      Realisation
       
       
       
       

      By a miraculous process

      that you will never fully understand

      your imagined life becomes a living thing.

      Something new comes your way.

      A familiar entity

      for it is your own self

      but it is now painted

      in deeper colours

      and with a greater clarity.

      Owls turn

      in the feather-bonnet of mystery

      and become your thoughts.

      Your ears become music rooms

      for the song of your heart.

      A great peace is in you

      that commands your love.

      You can now breathe ghosts into life.

      You can hammer nails into quicksand

      and install windows for the blind.

      You are a poem of yourself

      and you like what you write.

      Your are not travelling to any place

      that you have not first created

      as a path to be taken.

       

       

      ~~~~~~~~~~

       Eric Ashford 2006



    • Sharon Pacione
      Eric: Your poems are always powerful and thought-provoking. Welcome back. Love, Sharon 444 -- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, ErcAshfrd@a...
      Message 2 of 2 , Jan 9, 2006
        Eric:

        Your poems are always powerful and thought-provoking.
        Welcome back.

        Love,
        Sharon 444

        -- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, ErcAshfrd@a...
        wrote:
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        > Realisation
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        >
        > By a miraculous process
        > that you will never fully understand
        > your imagined life becomes a living thing.
        > Something new comes your way.
        > A familiar entity
        > for it is your own self
        > but it is now painted
        > in deeper colours
        > and with a greater clarity.
        > Owls turn
        > in the feather-bonnet of mystery
        > and become your thoughts.
        > Your ears become music rooms
        > for the song of your heart.
        > A great peace is in you
        > that commands your love.
        > You can now breathe ghosts into life.
        > You can hammer nails into quicksand
        > and install windows for the blind.
        > You are a poem of yourself
        > and you like what you write.
        > Your are not travelling to any place
        > that you have not first created
        > as a path to be taken.
        > ~~~~~~~~~~
        > Eric Ashford 2006
        >
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