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The Medium

THE MEDIUM

a simple soul
the medium
with more clean awareness
no intellectual tedium

when he goes within
when he speaks in tongues
reception is not clouded
by collegiate 101s

he needs no crystal ball
his vision has no surface
but is blessed with depth
with endless purpose

I would assume
Images within appear
sound filters in
music of the spheres

but in trance
there can be cost
trick is   in coming  back
many merlins have been lost

Dave Austin

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Daver Austin

Date: 6/14/2016 10:37:00 AM

I recall they cautioned us not to disturb the medium while he was in trance. Love and hugs. daver

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 6/11/2016 9:51:00 AM

Interesting write, Daver. Sounds as though they do an astral voyage from where some don't return? Can't send you email, won't send you Soupmail, but I've sent you something by land mail.:) Keep well, stay safe, Love, Mikki

Daver Austin
Date: 6/14/2016 10:38:00 AM

They told me not to disturb the medium while he was in trance. It would be dangerous for him. Love, daver

Trudy Diane Rider

Date: 6/10/2016 9:30:00 PM

Love this Daver.

Daver Austin
Date: 6/14/2016 10:40:00 AM

Thanks for the visit. Love, daver

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/10/2016 9:16:00 PM

I saw some strange experiences like these too, ''daver. Makes life interesting. thanks for visiting my poems today.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/9/2016 6:40:00 PM

such an interesting one. WHy did you decide to write on mediums? Have you had an experience, Daver?

Daver Austin
Date: 6/10/2016 11:58:00 AM

Yep. Dad and I tipped the table few times Went to a seance when I was 12 years old - heard this medium speak in tongues. A very strange experience. Love, daver

Nette Onclaud

Date: 6/9/2016 4:39:00 PM

a seer is the medium himself of prophecies; hopefully he does not travel too far and not come back... a most mystical piece, daver.. huggs