Over an olive tree Is sky, and I reflect no Disturbance. Is it dance or some Illusion, some fusion Of light and ideas? In a really good house Of mirrors, you only Know where the Inside of you is.
If there are too many mirrors, I even lose the sense of me. At the moment I long for the peace of the olive twig, and 'no Disturbance' - (and I think I am on the right path). Beautiful poem, Geo., thank you!
That is profound Geo.
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JB
The inside of you is the part that is important. Outside is simply a vessel to hold the inside.
ReplyDeleteIf there are too many mirrors, I even lose the sense of me. At the moment I long for the peace of the olive twig, and 'no Disturbance' - (and I think I am on the right path).
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Geo., thank you!
It is fortunate that the inside is stronger than my outside. Lovely thinking, there.
ReplyDeleteLove the way you think... and put those thoughts into words
ReplyDeleteNot all knows the inside of them and I think that's where the problem originates.
ReplyDeleteSome very deep thinking there Geo!!
ReplyDeleteOh, I really like this one Geo! Well-done!
ReplyDeleteGasping, every time I read your words. How do you do this?
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