Big Spirit Remembering

 

 

 

Lake eyed,

seeking sophisticated lines

in experience only      thisbig

.

Bonsai finger, reaching,

one, two, three

un, deux, ,trois

A

B

C

Flaring

YES

FLASH

Concept

IGNITION!

.

The mother

heated, pressing, liquidity

tidal

primal

OH to tend not bind

OH to guide not dam

OH to love not bury

.

Sidestepping

yielding

to

big spirit remembering

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

24 thoughts on “Big Spirit Remembering

      1. You are welcome.

        I do too. And like I said, that is a lovely image and a great way to “launch” the poem. I enjoyed it. 🙂

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      1. ah…this is why you capture this experience so well…lovely Silver. To tend not bind to guide not dam to love not bury…always, always.Love that. It’s what I hope to always be for mine too.

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  1. This applies to writing, reading, child-rearing….to life.
    Reminded me of my poem a href=”http://dpbowman.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/ume-matsu-sakura/”> Ume, Matsu, Sakura where I tried to capture the same feeling.
    Well done. ~Blessings, Dan

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