Phyllis, 1 alone & Burt,
You're poetry extends like a harpsichord (sp) - vibrating outward. I used to be a poet too. There were cycles, I guess.
When I felt in the cycle of one with the Universe, I wrote poetry. I'm in a bit of a different cycle now, one of trying to bring our people up from the ashes, if that makes sense.
We're scattered and most likely suffering from a few battle wounds to say the least, lol.
But many are lost,
disected in a way from that feeling, like a home-sickness, wondering what it's all for? And while they're feeling this, they're watching their love, their suroundings, unfold the hits they've felt coming for sometime.
It is a bit like feeling lost at sea, but where there's light, and as Phyllis wrote "resonates" we know...and as One alone points out so astutely, we're home, with our Spiritual family
