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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

The Spirit Moves

Rating: 5.0
The Spirit that sparks my veins moves my soul
Moves my mind like a meteor in arc
Is my Great Flame.
And I am engulfed by White radiance
Free on rising wings.

The Spirit that opens the Single Eye
Moves my ears to the drone of drums
The Voice lips no words.
And I am slow to grasp my heritage
Eating crumbs with bitter herbs in harshness.

The reveille that stirs from slumber
Bathes my body in Light of New Day
Casting off burdens.
And I am dead to strife and seeking
When labour and laden surrender to rest.

The dreams of yesterday fall like dominoes
Precious birthright for a pottage
Slaps my butt to screams.
And I rise spring clean cobwebs nesting
Behold, Light and Love Bestowed.

And I am swamped in the Stream of Virtue
The Word speaks: it is done, it is done!
I am the Awakened One.
Robert Dummett
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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COMMENTS
Bernard F. Asuncion 03 October 2017
Such an inspiring poem, Robert....10+++++
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Robert Louis Dummett 03 October 2017
Thank you Bernard 'am pleased you liked it.
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