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Post by tobias42 on Dec 24, 2013 14:58:16 GMT
I believe that I am, according to Jung's psychological types, an introverted intuitive type, and so as you might expect when one day last fall I directly encountered the sensate an experience, anything but common place occurred.
This Morning
This morning brilliant yellow, Pale blue and soft white Coaxed and teased me to play Hooky from should among The ten thousand autumnal shades Of reds, browns, and greens Laughing like some once upon a time Child jumping headlong Into a tower of raked leaves.
This morning I became drunk Upon the aroma of frost squeezed flowers Mouldering leaves and the cacophony Of birds rising in a frenzied crescendo Of breaking the tether of this land In exchange for another.
This morning I simply said yes And this poem, this love, this life Came unbidden.
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Post by mystical1 on Dec 26, 2013 7:55:00 GMT
This night I read this poem titled This Morning. Awakened by its energy I tumble to sleep in Appreciation of this poet's sensational articulation of the joy of this earthly physicality & the blissful experience of untethered self. Kudos!
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Post by Eridu on Jan 1, 2014 15:56:44 GMT
There's a rich description and pictured painted in your piece. Thanks for the post : )
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