I sit and ponder
near the window of my soul,
of all that my eyes see,
but what is blind to all.
The tapestry of colour,
which reflects the inner me.
That thing the Chinese refer to as chee.
Everyone has got it,
but not everyone can see.
They are blind to the fact,
of our energy held within.
The force of all creation,
our hidden energy within.
So powerful when harnessed,
can heal our mortal bodies,
from disease ridden control.
Giving our mind strengths,
we thought we never had.
15-16 June 2007
The life with in each and every one of us, is a precious gift... god given are our souls...10
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Truly you have found this life force within you. One knows this by what you write. glad not to miss this one having just spent over two hours arrowing backwards looking for poems of others....Hard to keep up with all yours today, I've tried, as always, not to miss a one.....marci.xo