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Monday, October 5, 2009

Secrets


(Inspired in part by this picture by AC)

Gossamer threads, a shroud.

Gone is the wisdom earned through toil.

Pull from beyond the veil,

threads connecting, binding, pulling, informing,

a face formed from many generations

the manifestation of many nations

formed together, a battle between inclinations.

eyes that hold secrets

secrets yet revealed,

a call

who am I?

6 comments:

  1. Secrets are as fragile as gossamer threads. Lovely poem!

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  2. you are me in another time, another place

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  3. You are finding your path in life; careful not to stray too far from the trail you know, yet wondering how far down a new path you dare to go to find enlightenment. You are a seeker.
    Blessings, Star

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  4. Yes...what Lisa said lovely girl.

    xxx

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  5. Thanks to all of you!! I am partially trying to evoke the idea of the past generations having an effect on the present. Finding out who we are involves finding out who our ancestors are.

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