Permission granted.
To be the best poet since Orpheus played his lyre.
To spread your love to everyone you meet and greet.
To rise above life’s trials and tribulations,
like a phoenix rising from the fire.
To be at peace in your own presence,
regardless of the havoc that rages all around.
To speak the gentle truth with humility.
To be compassionate to all.
To spread your inner light far and wide,
and never ever hide
behind thinking small.
But will you give permission
to your self?
A BRILLIANT DISPLAY! ! like fireworks, all the colours that were hid too long in the box, suddenley there to give a dazzling show of fine quality...your words! Well done and thankyou for this one Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! ! ! I really enjoyed this one David...it has a lot of meaning to me! Do any of us really grant ourselves that freedom? We are our own worst critics and often our own worst enemies... Hugs, Dee