Many take shelter from feeling too much within
Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin
To fly so high and steep so low
Just as Perceval in tales of old
But to know when all else fails
When all is lost down the streets of desire
And the blind eye of regret is all that one feels
You will soon come to a realization that the truest feeling is within the heart.
That light and love are born of a sacred vow
And the only real freedom there is, inhabits this very moment
The only thing they can take away from you is the gift of solitude, to fear it, to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own jcompany
And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe…
copyright-jc-2021–5-10
So beautifully said, jc, welcome back! You were missed.
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Thank you… it felt like magic to be back at the helm… jc
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Yes, I’m sure it did, and don’t we just need some magic! 🙂
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Lovely! Nice to hear from you
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And you also.. Thanks!
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Beautifully written poem, j.c., covering among other both solitude and loneliness.
miriam
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Especially, many meanings giving way to so much as can understand.
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Thank you… jc
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Good to read your words again.
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Feels like coming home
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Glad you’ve found your mojo 😊
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