How these words
A trickle at times
Come like a flood at others
Washing through
Washing over
This landscape scattered
With the relics that compose
The very essence
Of all we are
That all else
Might drift slowly out of sight
To ignore
Or attempt to divert
The waters that rise
Is to be caught
To be swept away
The torrent more powerful
Than any strength
We could ever hope to muster
But to harness this power
Is to gain access
To the very forces that persistently pervade
The culmination
Of light
And darkness
That surrounds us daily
To speak is to sing
With a voice that ascends
That transcends
Time and space
Reducing
Objects
And the distance between them
To nothing more
Than words as all the others
Carrying away their weight
That all that is to be perceived
May fade and disappear
Leaving behind
The purity of meaning
It is in this absolution
That clarity arises
From the depths of the flow
Demonstrating in earnest
That we are but vessels
Pawns
The ever-reaching appendages of
And in
A grand scheme
We only comprehend but in moments
And with limited perspective
Drifting
Aimlessly but not without purpose
The surface on which we are suspended
Guiding us and holding us back just the same
So speak
My love
My friend
My brother and sister
My mother and father
My enemy and ally alike
For it is only in our shared rendition
That we can ever hope to derive
What lies beneath
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
Lovely poem my friend. ❤️✌️
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Thank you!
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Your Welcome my friend. ❤️✌️
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Very interesting writing 🙂
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Why thank you… I appreciate the thought.
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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A glorious declaration
of self-actualization.
Relative theory,
the quatum mechanical,
and the soul seeking
in between . . . singing
a spiritual anthem.
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A voice withheld
By a soul compelled
A tragedy;
The soul is an animal
Seeking to be sustained
Not to be … contained
But to be set free
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It is so challenging to express what really transpires deep within a heart. As usual this is so thoughtful and beautifully written.
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Thank you; it truly is a challenge, and one that can be equally frustrating just the same as it can be rewarding. We must often earn expression, earn understanding, which can be as difficult a concept to grasp and accept as it is to achieve.
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Yes and then sometimes the right words for it all rise up unbidden and that is when we need to write. In my experience.
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Wow… This poem makes me want to stand outside the balcony on a stormy night and look upwards into the sky while reflecting of these beautiful words… Thanks for sharing your art with us once more…
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Such a beautiful response, and so warm in it’s reflection on the words… Thank you sincerely for this.
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You’re always welcome my dearest fellow blogger and online friend!
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I sing your praises, a wondrous in depth composition of what happens to the heart. This is one of my fav’ poems by Leonard Cohen, . https://www.leonardcohenfiles.com/happens.html , sorry this is not a link, if you would like to read it, copy and paste into Google search.
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Such depth and insight in this piece you have shared (https://www.leonardcohenfiles.com/happens.html). I do believe that is the second time you have blessed me with a Cohen reference in response to one of my pieces, which I must say is truly an honor and a great gift. Thank you.
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Always my pleasure ☺️
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Beautiful. I love the flow and the deep thought expressed through such beautiful words
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Thank you, Shantanu.
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My pleasure
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