RETROSPECTIVES

Emotion & feelings,active, no longer passing fads of intervening years. A latter day passion,now fading from view along a different path I now stride. Hastened by love,poignant,as a moth to a flame to paraphrase a truth.Willing to take a risk,each aspect leaves its mark as sunlight upon the mundane.

Humble stirrings of our spheres, flowers of inner feelings in a retrospective of words,made now,for the moment.From heart to pen, to heart.Inner & outer thoughts this capacity to evoke,soul to soul. Roses from the flush of youth,petal by petal the unconscious to impart. Moving images of the intellect, intangible yet speechless,felt & seen,said sounds to paraphrase the resonance of truth.

So little done,the pathos of things, this nearly man caught in ignorance on a lonely path where tempo treads softly,alone.A time out for heartache, primeval feelings sitting on a volcano in a bleak mid winter.Living for today one thing leads to another..out of the blue. A watershed..to catch this miracle, a glimpse of the soul..petal by petal being doubly blessed.

Opening my eyes,I dream on.. a beacon of colour,a blaze of words, flying high from a higher radiance in light&space,a passionate silence where reality shows.Simple as breathing,beyond the material, and words in season hidden from view,under the surface,persistent thoughts,infectious multiplicity as the glitter of dew.Common place just words in harmony on a shifting springboard,butterfly moments concentrated&alive.

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