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Amy Sanderson Poem
Fear not time, you have been granted that injustice.
Dwell not in the past, present or future it is one.
Do not await the wizard at the end of Oz.
The wizard dwells inside like a child at rest,
wrapped in a blanket the color of the rainbow.
It is the wise that sit with the child in silence.
For here is where the mind does not exist.
Rearranging the blanket revealing it’s warm colors.
Awakening the child slowly to quench the soul's desires.
Holding a torch to light the path in search of the gold.
Dare not condemn the murderer for you are the murderer.
Forgive your word for you are the word.
Love, Kindness, and Gratitude is your gold.
The key to that treasure is your birthright.
Fear not time, you have been granted that injustice.
6-23-2018
Copyright © Amy Sanderson | Year Posted 2018
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Amy Sanderson Poem
Standing in an empty room full of faces,
I am in a trance.
Imposing hands extending toward me,
I am defenseless.
My expression is one of mourning.
I am grieving.
My heart beats like an angry drummer.
I am unprotected.
I allow myself to be carried away,
A skill I perfected.
I rise above the crowd and enter solace.
I am hopeful.
Familiar hues dance reminding me their name.
Love devours my senses.
My heart beats like a slow drum.
I am at peace.
Swiftly returning to the twin in my mirror.
I am stronger.
Engaging with newfound awareness.
I am refreshed.
Sensing pureness in a child’s whisper.
Enchants me.
Laughing capturing me with a silent glance,
pointing at the peace above us.
I am connected.
Copyright © Amy Sanderson | Year Posted 2018
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