Masters ending in my release
22 September 2016
The golden dragons multiplied
Within the monsoons of the wild
The Gods of dark that we reviled
Shed weight of cloaks in which they lied
The secrets you and me confide
They grow like the stream meek and mild
Within the bosom of the child
Through rivers oceans amplified
I bore within me mysteries
Raked leafy lives revealing none
Blowing in winds through centuries
Call of soul echoing through breeze
Tribe of one outer world would shun
Masters ending in my release
Reading of the poem:
The Messenger – Anilah
Outside it’s morning.
It rained last night.
The overcast sky.
The Pipal Tree.
Leaves fluttering in the breeze.
I read your poem.
And now.
In each leaf I see my past lives fluttering
Hopefully I too shall one day be released.
Thank you.
It is so lovely
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We all are released one day. Your morning sounds lovely 😊
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Very nice! I’m sorry it took so long for me to make my way over here. I actually thought I was following you but it turns out I wasn’t – corrected 🙂
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Thank you. I am glad you liked it. No issues about the time. We get to where we want when we want it and who is anyone else to say anything about it 😉
As for following etc, it turned out last year that WordPress could randomly make you unfollow people you were following so I for instance had to keep checking and then I gave up 🙂
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Yeah, I know that, WordPress is always unfollowing people without me knowing and quite frankly it is impossible to keep checking.
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Very true! You’d have to go to each person’s site to check whether they are posting or not.
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A tribute?
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Perhaps yes 😀 Thank you Derrick
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nice one, senora…cheers
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Thanks, cheers
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