The falling leaves smile
18 October 2015
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Long wasted in wait
Time had come for the movement
That in the Heart speaks
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Curtains rise falling
The morrow’s tales hang in past
From puppeteer’s strings
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Wrenched free from lies’ clutch
Walking in Truth in Heart’s ways
Confusion melts soft
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Inching away Grief
Rewriting slates has its ends
Within Heart of Truth
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All sorrow is spent
Spirit sows in bosom Love
Of the highest kind
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Untethered backwards
Climbing back into the Trees
The falling leaves smile
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Ask for the meanings
Uncover the other side
Flow into Heartpath
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Vivid and beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I like this poem – in particular your association between truth and the falling leaves … it’s true, that once the leaves have fallen, much is revealed (perhaps one of the major reasons for why I love this season so much) 🙂
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Your comments are as always very insightful. Very few understand my poetry although some seem to have grasped the meanings. Yes, when leaves fall, there is a bare nakedness which is then revealed – the naked truth as they say.
Something stirring within us makes us always hope that what has Fallen will rise again against all odds and words are our only hope for countering gravity and the sheer weight of the mass that is sucked by and into its effects.
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Geetha, you have a fascinating way of making even a simple reply to a comment something that is as stirring and poetic as the original poetic post – you are always a pleasure to read 🙂
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Thank you, that is a truly beautiful comment 🙂
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