Awakening Poem by Vanya Orr
Awakening
I am held within
the landscape;
a dream within
the mind;
a child in the womb.
My cry of awakening
The world’s pain birthing
This troublesome child..
Suddenly separated
Divided from the whole;
No way back
A cold, dark wind.
But another waking is there
The bitter forging of a new spirit..
A clear seeing
A sweet sword-
Advaita -
Beyond judgment which divides
The heart can sing again
And heal.
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4/18/2024 3:46:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Quite spiritual, nice reflection. Keep writing.