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Ghost trails of all good people
running like soul rivers through the landscapes of life
far greater than what our minds entertain
with some fragments of spirit magic,
coming in quiet impressions
like mists or rain
or by storm
what is gathered,
streams through our minds
like starlight falling to us
through currents
of universal streams,
bathing us in auras growing in us
as we share what wisdom we glean
from somewhere in our dreams
rooms in our minds are fed
with our intentions
...whether mundane,
terrifying
or simplistic,
insights and ideas
carried with us,
as our burdens,
or greatly treasured gifts
whose impressions
remain
...some come
borrowed from storybooks
or told to us as children
some go quietly observed
some collect and
drain
into our consciousness, uninvited
gathered from the blues
we caught hell from ...and survived
perhaps a near miss
we only got a glimpse of.
in passing by.
what some
may have mastered
in so powerful a potion
as the fear of death,
transfigures our grasp
of the divine
what others may have
only caught impressions of
by their imaginations
we carry forth in our emotions
in spoken word, music and art
creating an unquenchable drive
our expressions of which
our character is formed
is what love is
We are joined together now
as we sit passionately by the fireside
sharing stories... mixing, blending freely
as we choose to experience the new
beyond the heartache and confusion
entrained in our past
a renewable future...
seen in a different light
thank GOD
for those who care...
in those who embue hope,
we have prayers to believe
to help us attenuate
strife
to herds of the fearful souls
who wander searching for meaning
as if not knowing love is the answer
to ever growing pain
in each
of these greater
treasured moments shared
we find an oasis bearing waters
to quench the anguish
of our suffering
amidst the harshness
of life
in one another's
...hearts
taking in ideas
from different sources
processing each particle
to discriminate, assimilate
determining our course
seen from a distance
to figure whether
it is good,
or evil
tides
of spirituality
we carry with us
thorough many chapters
in our changing lives
and yes, these
are the tools
we live by
as we continue on
in our journey to forever,
making our fortunes together
our secret storehouse
of who we are
at heart
each in our wake
we touch one another
by what we walk with each day
feeding our thoughts
...be they light
or dark
these fruits we bear
create our interpersonal
heavens and hells
and the key to knowing
its heir value,
is by the characteristic
of its spark.
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Copyright ©2010 Charles Edward Fields 2
