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Author Name: Freestormwolf 9 Comments
Date Added: September 16, 2009 04:09:44 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Transmutation, Shifting Sands and Perspective

The prolonged detour through the shadows

has robbed me of all but my bloody-minded conviction

of my Higher Good.

Trampling my trusting nature into the mire;

Sullying my bare canvas with inferior paint

but now relegated to the myths that will one day

claim to speak for who I was.

(And get it wrong of course)

 

 Changed, changed in total am I now;

Personality intact but everything else

cast into the universal pool of transmutation.

Stirred up as always, yes, fired with the passion

 to realise the new beginning of a chapter

once thought dead and buried.... but

resurrected with rekindled fire.


I will honour myself now.
A long overdue accolade...


How do you get out of a quicksand?

Lay yourself prostrate.....

Pray,
t
rust,

believe

Then,
              inch             

                      by
                             inch
                                       move
                                                  yourself
                                                                  to

                                                                       safe

                                                                                    land.

                                                                  


                                  



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Comments:
Comment By: FreeM J W Hayes on September 18, 2009 01:18:15 PM Report
What a heartfelt poem you've woven. You seemed to have weathered the stormy waters in this piece and found sanctuary in your own strength and belief. Like the way you tracked the final words like footprints.

Regards , Michael

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on September 17, 2009 04:58:17 PM Report
The trick for me is how far can I sink before I want to claw my way out.  I really like the freshness in this poem, how you turned the quicksand into a positive. 
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on September 16, 2009 09:36:41 PM Report
We humans are always evolving...although few actually recognize it for what it is. Very nice work Ali!

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeSteve on September 16, 2009 04:17:27 PM Report
Very well done and I like the presentation too. \
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on September 16, 2009 10:05:08 AM Report
Dear Sister of the Light....As you are slipping, take my hand, I am here.  Reach for the Light to envelope you with Love, and know that you can rise above and float upon the ethers....Changes are not only happening to the Earth Mother, but to those whom are aware....Then, along with your totem, you will not only be safe, but you will lead.....
Namaste, Margaret.....
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 16, 2009 09:41:45 AM Report
 We all get stuck in the sinking sand.... don't panic.
just inch by inch...stretch your self closer to safe land...

Comment By: FreeLORETTA PITILLI on September 16, 2009 09:20:35 AM Report
How true this is...almost a daily mantra for me.  With each new day there is a change...slight or profound.  As we age we gather strength and wisdom to move ourselves out of the quicksand.  We realize that life is too short ... so we go with the flow and set ourselves free.  Lovely write Namaste  Loretta
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on September 16, 2009 07:11:48 AM Report
You will get there Alison, and I have taken off my socks and shoes and trousers and armed myself with a long pole. Iwill stand here up to my thichs in mire until you grab the other end of the pole :-)

 

David

Comment By: FreeAdri on September 16, 2009 06:33:24 AM Report
Oh this is beautiful and awake in me.  I love the form and structure.  Stunning piece
Adri x





 


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