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Being Enlightened
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Sometimes you sink in2 the floor,
But when you look up
You see the sun rising,
You see dawn on the horizon,
Burning off the long night's fog,
Burning away the darkness,
Burning up the cold indifference,
Each ray igniting hope in heart,
Beats bursting 4th with radiance.
Garnet becoming sapphire,
Becoming emerald,
Becoming ruby,
Becoming amber,
Becoming topaz.
A myriad of reflections
Each painfully, beautifully wonderful,
Playing in mind's eye,
Bouncing back 2 be savoured again.
Reminds you of the of the potential 4 good,
Softens your weary soul,
Evaporates some of those troublesome clouds,
Lifts you delicately up
With it's loving embrace...
And a kiss 2 echo on your lips...
2 remember...
4ever...
But when you look up
You see the sun rising,
You see dawn on the horizon,
Burning off the long night's fog,
Burning away the darkness,
Burning up the cold indifference,
Each ray igniting hope in heart,
Beats bursting 4th with radiance.
Garnet becoming sapphire,
Becoming emerald,
Becoming ruby,
Becoming amber,
Becoming topaz.
A myriad of reflections
Each painfully, beautifully wonderful,
Playing in mind's eye,
Bouncing back 2 be savoured again.
Reminds you of the of the potential 4 good,
Softens your weary soul,
Evaporates some of those troublesome clouds,
Lifts you delicately up
With it's loving embrace...
And a kiss 2 echo on your lips...
2 remember...
4ever...
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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I like the anaphora (repetition of the first word in a line) in "Burning" and "Becoming", the buoyant alliteration in "Beats bursting" and "bouncing back" and the use of the present participle in the verbs "rising", "igniting", "bursting", "becoming", "playing", "bouncing" and "loving". The whole poem is characterised by moment, by action, by life.
And what a secretly lovely word "Garnet" is.
Thank you very much!
Hmmm, isn't Garnet the January birthstone too??? Methinks, but could be wrong.
This poem, sometimes I think just handing yourself over to the simple things in life makes you appreciate living more. A simple sunrise can lift the heaviest of hearts. It's so pure, so natural, so constant, so moving...can help you put your troubles in perpective. We are so small but we forget and let things get too big and then we tend to become weary and stressed. Can't be helped, human nature. But sometimes just looking up at the sky and seeing the sun and feeling it's warmth makes you just feel good, no matter what! I just wish I could lose myself in those types of moments more often.
Big 'ole THANK YOU to you too, girly!
*HUGS*
funny but this bit especially makes me think of the poetess and her way of making the world a nicer place to be. how she makes it seem as effortless as breathing...both in word and in deed.
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