Begin with light like a diadem growing,
the edges transparent
but raised in everything
that’s not situated
to fly more than a wing.
See the tree that captures sound
surrounding the soul’s wish
whose arms extend into the clear air,
a heart only in its rays.
It’s multi-faceted.
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Beautiful Pamela. Yes, beginning is reaching out beyond self. The very act of becoming.
Elizabeth
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Hi Elizabeth. Thanks and yes, this is how I must start. I am trying to leave the negative aside.
To begin with, the light is the guiding force. Reach out and discover more. How very true Pamelita!
Hank
Thanks Hank. I will be over to read you later today.
I love this, Pamela. Thank you for sharing your process with me. Write on, my friend. Your words always stir something in me.
Thanks Brenda. I am now one poem behind. I hope to catch up today.
I’m finally getting caught up with doing some reading…I’m a couple days behind in posting though I’ve been writing each day. Love these words: …sound surrounding the soul’s wish… 🙂