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A Joy
A Joy
The Great Bear lifted his head,
Even the stars realised
That in the heavens life was good
The stars reminded him of past days,
but the pattern in his mind’s eye,
was so different to those he was use to.
He saw the Seven Sisters so close,
that he reached out to touch them,
then realized where he was.
Life, good enough to bring him here,
the Spirit called he had answered,
with all the love and light in his heart.
To all fellows he gave perfect love.
the love descended through all levels,
of his spiritual being.
Transcending all barriers,
letting him see both worlds,
there eternity, and now in one.
In the whisper of a breath,
to look and not be able to see,
was the bane of all beings.
Those that could see,
even though their eyes were closed,
lived in the light of that perfect love.
Take care my earthly friends,
make sure that you open your soul,
embrace the reality, of your spirit for ever.
Yenti
Comments
Seren
Thu, 2012-12-06 05:40
Ian
WOW .... there is a sense of peace that came over me as I read your poem I dont know if thats what your intent was
I have had a stressful day its all fallen away :)
lovely, lovely poem kudos
love always JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Ian.T
Thu, 2012-12-06 09:44
Jayne
Most of our Philosophies are carried out in the meditative state, the bear stuff I just write as they put the thought there and most times it brings a peace not only to me as I write but to the ones that read as I think they link in with the ones that send.
You must let us know when you are having a bad time there are many things that we can do even over this distance, You take care of you, remember that as the gum tree sheds its outer bark, there are so many beautiful colours just waiting there, Yours Ian.Tx
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
scribbler
Thu, 2012-12-06 13:11
hi
A great bear........usually associated with claws and fangs and violence. Good to see the tranquil side of him. You might want to carefully re-read this poem to spot typos.............stan
Ian.T
Fri, 2012-12-07 02:18
Stan
Thanks for your visit, have checked for those typo's , and would you believe (it) appeared twice in Spiritual (Spirititual) lol. I think (it) is an age thing.
I need a walk in those woodlands you portray,
Thanks again, Yours Ian.T
PS:- The Great Bear is the spirit one the North American Indians use to talk about..
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Fri, 2012-12-07 01:08
oh boy
what a joy
loved
Ian.T
Fri, 2012-12-07 02:19
Loved
Thank you for your read and comment glad you liked this one,
Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Fri, 2012-12-07 02:38
I always likeall what u compose its so lovely and you also are
the only one
apart from esker
who comment on my works
so gradually
I shall fade away
loved
Ian.T
Fri, 2012-12-07 02:59
Loved
Fadeth not as your light is needed to give us that variety we need to spice our sometimes dull lives up.
The number of comments of late is decreasing, I am not leaving my works on stream very long.
I will always read yours and 90% of the time will comment, who the hell else are going to hold the others up ????
Take care young bard, Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
loved
Fri, 2012-12-07 05:23
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thou makest me feel
indispensable
maybe indisposable
may what else
ingarbageable
but glad many Neopoets follow you
and
the stamp of
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let it rest about my shoulders,
we are all trained to carry heavy boulders,
the Taj wouldn't have ever been built
unless guys like you and I
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under the over weights be killed
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And
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display,
albeit,
it may be some other day
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