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There is nothing more in my soul.
Only grief and sadness.
And a little bit of warmth.
I'm silent.
Am I already dead?
My pain is terrible.
Blood flows everywhere

God! tell me it is just
A bad dream!
The world has gone blind.
The world has gone deaf
The earth is burning.
Where is Your love now?
At least try to leave
Them a memory of the place,
Where their children's bright dreams
Could be saved.
And a bar mitzvah
On the last night before the war.
I'm silent. I concentrate on the pain.
Please tell me it"s just a bad dream

I am in awe of and feel blessed by the nature that surrounds me here...on retreat with no ticking clock, no timetable
Tucked nicely away from the hustle and bustle watching the trees gently sway whilst listening to their leaves rustle
The melodic sound of birdsong fills the air and their delightful acrobatic display seduces me
Refreshing rain falls and that awakens my very presence as my senses are stimulated and pleasant thoughts are provoked
I feel insignificant yet protected in the woods around the tall strong trees and their foliage so dense
Each year, every season come rain or shine, during both good times or sad I am drawn to return and just be....
I choose to be fully present here...soaking in the atmosphere of each unique minute, hour, day....i sit, i walk, i lay in sweet surrender feeling weightlessly at peace
Nestled amongst the array of spectacular colours, the scent of sweet perfume the diversity of the clouds in the sky, the sun, the stars the moon
The sound of silence envelops me ,the stillness calms my mind
The gentle breeze whispering in my ears. caressing my skin reminding me it’s real as it feels so surreal
I am here it is not just a dream....it is a free gift and one i shall always treasure
Just as the stream fluctuates, the trees bend are flexible ...i surrender ...i choose to go with the flow
I rest in complete awe of this seemingly mystical splendour as it gently blesses me, restoring my mind body and soul
And I mindfully give thanks to our creator, as i go.

Here are some solutions to the migrant problem are easy you see
Just make the place they left from where they want to be
Make it a place of good wages and violence free
A place where everyone lives in glee
Make the weather nice and the governments nice too
Everyone helping each other making some great stew
You bring the onions, I'll bring the beef
And we'll have a great feast with green grass beneath
So the people will live in warmth where they don't have to freeze
And the health of them is good so they don't have to sneeze
So the problem is easy, don't cha know
Just make Mexico and the rest where they want to go

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ XI ]
*** Dunes ***



“Foot steps
On sand;
Marks reign
Where winds
Blow dust
To fill
Such waste
In stirs
Of flute; -

*** Root ***

Sun sets
A path
From east,
To south,
White hawks
Hunt close,
Weird flights
Soar hopes
For peace; -

*** Root ***

Deep eyes
Sink in, -
Dunes weave,
Like grains
Bend gems
On rays, -
Swift, sharp,
Chimes call
Raw winds; -

*** Root ***

Can you
Feel thirst? –
Who could
Give price
To life. -
If not
Same soul
Who knows
To heal?..”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)




P.S: For a time period, not defined, I will not be posting; thus, I will continue after the break.

Th3Mirr0r

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ X ]
*** The Edge ***



“Just hold
This stone;
Whole earth
Could fit,
To bind
Thy mind,
But more,
Sky has
No limit; -

*** Root ***

Dull edge
Gives shape
To change, -
These rocks
Felt rains
And storms;
Each crack
Bares signs
Of Time; -

*** Root ***

Sharp edge
Makes sense
Of what
You hold, -
Deep sea,
High peak,
Waves, weaves,
Of same
Known core; -

*** Root ***

Thy self
Still search
New ways
To rise,
For bright
Must be
That soul
Who knows
Each edge.”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ IX ]
*** The silent teacher ***



“World sink
In noise, -
All seem
To scream
Dark times,
Chains bind
More evil,
- Slaves, bow,
Kings, rule; -

*** Root ***

Could you
Find rest? -
Tides come
To shore,
Waves wash
Dull stones,
Thoughts sail
In squeaks,
Their weave; -

*** Root ***

All but
A dream; -
You strive
To live,
With lies,
Through fears,
Then cope
With tears; -
Soul, dies… -

*** Root ***

What is
So sad? -
Each then
Must feel,
To learn
From deeds,
For good,
Like light,
Breaks evil.”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ VIII ]
*** The good will ***



“Keep find
Right path
To what
You are; -
World looks
So strange,
For all,
With time,
Will change; -

*** Root ***

To be -
Is verb
Of life,
- Thou art
A spark,
To lean
On fate
And sing
Thy song; -

*** Root ***

To live, -
At strife,
What is
To win,
To loose, - ?! -
Thy heart,
In weaves,
Must see
It clear, -

*** Root ***

No speech,
If rife,
Will give
Right sense,
For truth
Of what
World gives,
Is just
A glimpse; -”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ VII ]
*** Chirps ***



“Old monks
Came close
To hear
My birds; -
Hearts dwell
In love,
When springs
Of tears
Seek life; -

*** Root ***

Such bliss,
To have
No fears!.. –
- No words
To shove,
To sculpt,
In wood,
Or stone,
Burnt tears; -

*** Root ***

These birds
Are free,
Like what
Is Thee
To me, -
No cage,
No chain,
No whip,
No sword, -

*** Root ***

For each
Tight chirp,
A tune
To heal,
To mend,
To care, -
I climb
Their stairs
And feel; -”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ VI ]
*** Motion ***



“Could you
See through
Dew drops? -
Dim shades
And sparks
Of light,
Bent curves
To wraps
In sprite, -

*** Root ***

Here, low,
Pale stones,
Shrink sight
Of hues, -
Trees bow
To write
Their rite,
While cones
Spread cues; -

*** Root ***

Up there,
High brims,
Where clouds,
At peaks,
Catch flight
To dance
On clues
Of blues
In trance, -

*** Root ***

All but
A flow, -
In each
Of them,
A muse
To grow,
From stem,
- A stream
To fuse; -”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part IV: Poetic Pillars – Monads: Rhythms***
[ V ]
*** Trails ***



“Three snails
Search lore, -
With each
Small slip
- In depth,
Count stones,
Roots, leaves, -
Smooth, steep,
Bright trails…

*** Root ***

None seem
To ask
Where paths
Will meet,
Nor task
To gleam
On straths
In heat,
At dusk; -

*** Root ***

None seem
To tell
What right
Or wrong,
- In sight,
Their song, -
But for
How long
Will last?.. -

*** Root ***

Take heed
Of all
That is
A home; -
What do
They need?
Stay low,
- Then hear
Their call; -”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)