A thousand answers
25 September 2020
The question mattered
unanswered it dug away
into my mind’s eye
Port to port I roamed
a deeply drunken sailor
veiled knowledge my quest
The ship sailed onwards
a ghostly trace of itself
against moonlit skies
Cells resonated
reverberating thunder
Lightning struck in soul
New realms unfolding
in the space within my heart
rose up to the helm
A thousand answers
spilled into my yearning mind
tracing shining lines
Reading of the poem:
Hammock – Circular As Our Way (Silencia)
We are all seeking souls but only a few of us realise, so beautifully described and recited by you Geetha. For me it’s always been a question if we are the Captain’s of our own endeavours or no matter what we do, we always are moved on by whatever main undercurrent prevailing, whether Covid, Brexit or
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Thank you Jann. I believe we are meant to become the Captains of our own endeavours as you say. It is not so much what happens to us that matters but how we steer through what happens and emerge out of it just with the wisdom it grants us.
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An emerging soul well depicted
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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