Peace profound
2 November 2014
Twilight in the heart
Throbbing with the will to change
Speaks of powers’ doom
Scissors cutting red ribbons
Pave mind’s way to the morrow
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Darkness follows light
In eternal chase in flight
Of slave and master
The battlefield wells inside
Of hidden feelings to quell
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Pitch black glorified
Inky remnant of a death
Of light lily white
Falls on the sunken garden
Drenching the souls in tremors
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A crow’s pitch rings shrill
Hark the strength it now summons
On my window sill
The quiet lay down its cape
Blurring the lines my eyes shape
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The sparrow flies low
When teardrops rain on the plane
Of my cheek cleansed white
As my mind lapses again
Breathing inwards peace profound
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
“Blurring the lines my eyes shape”
This is a very good line. It shows the interdependence between the seer and the seen.
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Thank you Nick. It is actually meant to show that interdependence as we shape what we see literally, to a certain degree. I have found that when all is quiet, and even more so when you are meditating, reality becomes somewhat blurred.
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