21 Sunday Apr 2013
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as reached across
I sometimes do –
eyes are opened wide
with memory
of once before –
so still
the ways I claim
into the vast
remembrance of knowing
lips are sealed
tho silence sounds
the same
. . .
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Sometimes memories are good companions in quiet moments. ~xo~
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Yes…….I think such is the truth of love ~ that always it is. Thank you, Paul. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
“ways I claim into the vast
remembrance
of knowing…”
— sometimes I think we know things that we don’t
have any conscious awareness that we do… and then every now and then there is some kind of awakening and we remember… This very beautiful piece seemed to speak of this ~ at least to me 🙂 ~ Love and blessings my friend xRobyn
Exactly, Robyn. There is much I know, and more that I do without really comprehending how………but still I do. 🙂 Thank you so much, and thank you for your understanding. ~ Much love ever, Bobbie
Your last stanza resonates.
“the ways I claim
into the vast
remembrance of knowing
lips are sealed
tho silence sounds
the same”
Could this mean that we are always fighting reality, not willing to accept that which is? Could this be the cause of all our stress as we try to fit reality into our own shoes? Could it be that as we accept “What is” , we gain the ability of ” vast remembrance of knowing” and the peace of acceptance that it brings?
Shakti
I love that response; that questioning of meaning. Shakti, my original thought was that in silence, we find home. In a world that is forever changing, at the center is God (is light) which does not change (like a stone in the river). But your understanding of the questions is a blessing to me and these frail words. Thank you, Shakti……. ~ Much love to you this day. May stillness wrap you ’round. ~ Love, Bobbie
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gates were ne’er before……. I love this comment, Vimal. And thank you. ~ Much me, Bobbie
While reading your word I felt I was by a soothing pure river, and I set on its banks waiting patiently for Him to come and embrace me! Your words just seem so heavenly…they bring and leave a soothing satisfied peace! It seems when one looks deep enough that peace is always alive in your words and your poems because He is also so alive in you! Beautiful Bobbie!
Your words are humbling, dear Wendell. You touch my soul. ~ Bobbie
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