Elena's Poetry
Weaver of Creation
There is a forest singing silence in the hollow of the Heart,
Veiled in the mist of the Uni-Verse.
When I close my eyes there,
I am a single small note streaming in a dance,
A chord of playing,
Weaving in and out through the other notes.
Together, all our notes are one Great Symphony of
Love Expression.
Dream weaver,
Once again I hear the distant bells in you.
Like a shiver passing through
the time-space music in my heart.
Thrice-rung, a song already sung,
A memory of tomorrow,
A possibility of yesterday
Where you came,
whence my heart calls for its own knowing.
~E.N.
Eternal Now
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