Within

The joys of flesh, a smile to wreath the maid of morn an inner world to project out, of holy chi we’re formed. No need to cling like over ripe fruit to a heaven far above, We we’re made of silver stardust and we were made from love. Look not to moon or sun to see, look deep to questing heart, hug the night with outstretched arms, the dark’s another part. Gifted are we with all we need, this is no metaphor, we have a heaven here on earth, yet still we ask for more. Be not the spoiled and soiled child tired of his toys mature, grow up, grow inward, see all your heavenly joys!

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Cas Davis

Date: 10/20/2010 9:12:00 AM

A skillful write, and a nice argument for the disruption of the status quo? Anyhow, I enjoyed!

Peter Kyriakides

Date: 10/9/2010 7:09:00 AM

Very good write Deborah, I truly enjoyed this one and look forward to reading more! Thank you. Peter K. P.S this is going to my favorites:)

Gloria Benton

Date: 10/8/2010 10:16:00 PM

Hi Deborah I really appreciate the simplicity of this poem with speaks the truth. Some people have so much and never get enough, so many have so little, and have unselfish gratitude. I am attemping to write my manuscript for my poetry book, thanks for offering your help. I am also making greeting cards, I am also an artist, I plan to use some of my art designs for my line of greeting cards. I plan to market them in certain stores. Do you have any ideas? Thank you for caring Gloria

Chuck Keys

Date: 9/24/2010 2:17:00 PM

it really is exciting for me to read such wonderful words. when i read this, it is like you are speaking to me directly. truly inspiring. thank you, chuck

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 9/24/2010 11:28:00 AM

A super piece of poetry TEACH... good luck in Constance's contest... great advice in your lines at the end.... yep..me neither.. no HM ..nothing ..but we press on in poetry luv... its all about the poetry in the end...luv.. and sharing our gifts....pupil..

Carrie Richards

Date: 9/24/2010 7:31:00 AM

Indeed.......we are a society of spoiled and soiled children.......appreciation of the simple, and wonderful things seems to be a thing of the past......we will never find satisfaction in our toys....they simply make us want more and more and more! What kind of example is that and what are we teaching our children????????????????

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 9/24/2010 6:15:00 AM

Interesting and unique write, beautiful words shared....always Michael