Still
The body, subject to the mind,
reaches for more, grabbing at an illusion
never realized. It seeks to be sustained by want
collecting treasures to adorn it.
False garments of the self dim the light inside.
The body, subject to the heart,
becomes a vessel of love.
Its hands, stilled from grasping,
hold only peace, and its face
reflects the light of the sun
free to move through its skin
igniting the world around it
like a beacon of hope
For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt, #still.
Gorgeous, Alethea! x
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Thank you, Sue ❤
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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This is beautiful Alethea , there is a lot of hope in this week’s poems 💜
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Thank you Willow. The world needs hope ❤️
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It certainly does 💜
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A beautiful concept expressed beautifully 🙂
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Thank you, Suzanne 🙂
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A beautiful concept expressed beautifully 🙂
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Beautiful, as always..Alethea. Thank you. Hugs x .
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Thank you, Joy ❤️
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Oh for a world where a person is not judged by the possessions it owns but by the love in its heart. I thought your post was sensational.
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. That would be quite a world, wouldn’t it? And, also, to not be judged by the outer “beauty” of the body… just love ❤
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Reblogged this on Daniel Kemp and commented:
An amazing write
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You have done a wonderful job with this poem.
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Thank you so much, Robbie 🙂
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