(journey Inwards Collection) .... Soul Searching Poem by Janice Windle
(journey Inwards Collection) .... Soul Searching
I have come to the dark pool
In the glare of the living light
Of the white cavern at my still centre.
I have struggled here
Along the narrow tunnel where ridicule,
Like a feral dog, waits and slavers.
And in this place
At my deep core,
There is no forgiveness
But there is mercy
And I can loose the curb
On my imagination‘s mouth.
There is no fear in this cool spot
And words drip down and mount like stalactites
Building pillars for my inner self
To hold the structure of my soul
Which though in reason I deny,
Unreason must at last confirm.
You describe with great skill the meditative mind - the place where the spinning top of awareness is so perfectly balanced that stillness prevails. You have also revealed much about the rough journey that preceded this moment of acceptance. A wonderful mix of the confessional and the spiritual. I am impressed. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Profundity abounds in this searching piece, must confess to see a little of myself in your words Jan. Brilliant wordsmithery. HG: -) xx
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4/16/2024 1:10:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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