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Paths of need
for I am each, and they are me
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip
For knowledge is the unclimbed cliff
a summit of unspent wealth, is reached.
For I am each, and they are me
acceptance finds tranquillity
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip
For knowledge is the unclimbed cliff
a summit of unspent wealth, is reached.
For I am each, and they are me
acceptance finds tranquillity
Published 24th Mar 2021
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Faith
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In acceptance lieth peace has been one of my mantras for decades. It's true, no matter what is going on, if we accept the natural pattern of things, we will be at peace.
This is a beautiful verse with a beautiful message, slip. Just a few things to honor your request for honest critique:
Distance never hold[s] the unlocked door
( holds should be plural )
The embodiment of nature[ ' ]s ease
( nature's is possessive of ease )
Barefoot through torment—fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip
( there should be no end stop after torment; it needs to be connected to the fragment with either an em dash ( as I have demonstrated ), semi colon, or even a comma. But, I highly recommend either the em dash or a semi. )
Your talent has been honed and is sharpening like a razor now.
This is a beautiful verse with a beautiful message, slip. Just a few things to honor your request for honest critique:
Distance never hold[s] the unlocked door
( holds should be plural )
The embodiment of nature[ ' ]s ease
( nature's is possessive of ease )
Barefoot through torment—fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip
( there should be no end stop after torment; it needs to be connected to the fragment with either an em dash ( as I have demonstrated ), semi colon, or even a comma. But, I highly recommend either the em dash or a semi. )
Your talent has been honed and is sharpening like a razor now.
24th Mar 2021 7:41pm
Written for Tallen`s comp "what kind of Buddhism. I have a devout friend I took the inspiration from. Corrections done. thanks as ever onwards, sometimes upwards, Regards Slip
24th Mar 2021 7:42pm
26th Mar 2021 9:30pm
The endless tides that wash the kelp, a truly delightful, on point image, that could be lost in such a splendid poem, you have my vote. Best R
