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Tracy Please enjoy this moving creation about the energy of life
Ancient Chants
If one can truly listen
Thay can hear the sound
Of more than their own voice
Know when to be quiet.
To pick up on sensations
That are only perceptible
At a moment in time
When time seems to stand still.
Not to hear a pindrop
But to be in the presence
Of a far greater occurrence
When one can hear an inaudible life form.
If they are in touch with
A transparent root
An invisible filament
Provides light to a knowing core.
To come out of the darkness
Then perceive higher contact
With those beyond the border
Of a man made fence.
This takes an outlook
That has no boundaries
To experience the endless possibilities
When one thinks outside the box.
Life is limitless
In its scope and spectacles
We are born with more than what we know
We are all part of one sea.
As we're part of one forest
One sky and one earth
No one exists alone
Unless they choose to shut themself off.
My hand is a petal
Or a branch
My ears are like mountains
Or a running stream.
My eyes are like the stars
I absorb the sparkles
We are one and the same
Endowed with a sight from ancient chants.
Dear Tracy:
I am astonished with the marvelous work you are doing. Everyday, I discover something new and helpful. You are like an ocean filled with care, passion and help to encourage writers and poets. You always create new ways in writing and communications. Keep up the excellent job.
Good luck.
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Ancient Chants
If one can truly listen
Thay can hear the sound
Of more than their own voice
Know when to be quiet.
To pick up on sensations
That are only perceptible
At a moment in time
When time seems to stand still.
Not to hear a pindrop
But to be in the presence
Of a far greater occurrence
When one can hear an inaudible life form.
If they are in touch with
A transparent root
An invisible filament
Provides light to a knowing core.
To come out of the darkness
Then perceive higher contact
With those beyond the border
Of a man made fence.
This takes an outlook
That has no boundaries
To experience the endless possibilities
When one thinks outside the box.
Life is limitless
In its scope and spectacles
We are born with more than what we know
We are all part of one sea.
As we're part of one forest
One sky and one earth
No one exists alone
Unless they choose to shut themself off.
My hand is a petal
Or a branch
My ears are like mountains
Or a running stream.
My eyes are like the stars
I absorb the sparkles
We are one and the same
Endowed with a sight from ancient chants.
I would like to be your friend.
Thank you.
Najah Shuqair
I am astonished with the marvelous work you are doing. Everyday, I discover something new and helpful. You are like an ocean filled with care, passion and help to encourage writers and poets. You always create new ways in writing and communications. Keep up the excellent job.
Good luck.
Najah Shuqair
If there was ever a time
When people should stand up
Let themselves be counted
There'd be no better moment.
Than the one we're now in
For the world as we know it
Is transforming its shape
To accommodate new life.
A world within a world
A sun within one orb
Sees a proliferation
From singular to enhanced.
There has been an acceleration
With the speed at which events are occurring
It's faster then rapid
Is cosmic in nature.
Seeds are being dispersed
If those who receive one
Do as their instincts direct them
There will be a swelling of stems.
To make room for
An influx of showers
To enable interpretation
Of all that transpires.
Each movement has purpose
Loose strings become tied
Circles become encircled
When maturation opens a window.
Simple answers are not so simple
Pathways with blockages
Are not so easily removed
Like snapping one's fingers.
For those willing to acknowledge
Who they are when free of this shell
Sooner will be revealed
The true image of their essence.
As an energy entity
Each shall enter upon a plain
One in stark contrast
As we return to the roots of our civilization.
Tracy Hope you like this poem. Cheers Alex