What say the time… when love becomes divine
When the spirit breaks… leaving behind the wake
The ripples upon water
The shallow darkness falters
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What say the time… when knowledge leaves the mind
When the body trembles… chasing the passages of death
The passages of birth
The breeze escapes the deepest depth
The echos carried upon the softest of breath
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What say the time… when the heart slows the spirit
When the soul loosens… the hold is free
It aches in remembering… it beats for life
It awakens… it forgets
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What say the time… upon the sacred hour
When the mind and body see
When love and knowledge are mirrored
When the Heart and soul are free
The veil is lifted
The mirror reflects
The knowing that has been there
The knowledge held with care
The mind, the heart, the spirit, the soul… all hold pieces… perhaps they shall see
Upon the sacred hour
Forever shall they be free
For now Time is silent
Listen to be heard
Journals Of Enreal 
Beautiful as always, Enreal. I love the depth of expression. 🙂
Thank you Tim… as always you see and hear the intended…
Of course, Enreal. 🙂
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Lovely lovely lovely poem…
I love the metaphor…:)
Thank you Joan 🙂
Enreal,
The beauty of your heart is beyond beyond…
Your words gently fall,
gently washing over us again
and again.
Such is the Tao of silence…
Your writing touches the edge of Divinity,
to know the path of the open heart…
and to be touched by the beloved.
Thank you for being.
I should be thanking you for your beautiful words and the time you take for expression… blessings