Monday, July 16, 2018


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When ideas float in our mind without any reflection or regard of the understanding, it is that which the French call revery, our language has scarce a name for it. ~John Locke

Sometimes, my spirit yearns for freedom,

to become whole,

it craves solitude and light,

yearning to breathe free,

the moment still.

I feel the pull of forces taking me back in time,

into a never-lived eternity…

soaring like a bird above the clouds,

harking through the spaces between the worlds

I search for the Things That Are…

Sometimes my soul walks deeply into the forest alone

dappled light barely penetrating the leaves of the tree,

I see visions of angels in the mist

and hear the sound of music from days of old.

What miracle is this that I see and hear?

My footsteps quickened to chase the mist,

somewhere from deep within the spirit

and majesty of each single tree,

I step forth and at once I find myself

transported to a world of light...

Cielo Noriega

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