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Array ( [sid] => 113981 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Seventh Circle [time] => 2006-01-30 10:15:35 [hometext] => ...time to move on... [bodytext] => The Seventh Circle

I must be an Israelite:
...years,
upon years,
upon years,
upon years...
enslaved,
commanded,
forced,
homeless,
a child servant,
malnourished,
stunted,
deprived,
threatened,
hurting,
fearful,
frightened,
terrorized,
controlled...
tenderized,
by years,
that should have been tender...

...and then,
the nomadic wilderness years...
a wild mix of plenty and want,
arrogance and chagrin,
maternal warmth and maternal coolness,
paternal fire and paternal ice,
the Don Quixote years...
a searching,
a listening,
a developing of relationship,
of trust,
of knowledge,
understanding,
beauty,
and Love...

Now,
today,
a Jericho lies before me,
a walled city,
some would say a mighty walled city...
some would describe it as
simply another temporary resting place,
another tomorrow,
aother purpose...
...the walls are immaterial;
it is a will that places me here,
it shall be a will which places me there...

Today ends the seventh circle.

...with fresh enthusiasm,
I invite you,
I want you to come with me,
it would seem peculiar without you...
you can come with me,
or,
you can stay here,
where a will has brought you...
your destiny is your destiny,
mine is mine,
but,
with you by my side,
or with you in my heart only,
I am entering Jericho,
not to destroy,
but,
to Love...
to Live and Love as was intended.

rko
january twenty-eighth, two thousand six

[comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 21 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Seventh Circle

Contributed by enigma on Monday, 30th January 2006 @ 10:15:35 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

The Seventh Circle

I must be an Israelite:
...years,
upon years,
upon years,
upon years...
enslaved,
commanded,
forced,
homeless,
a child servant,
malnourished,
stunted,
deprived,
threatened,
hurting,
fearful,
frightened,
terrorized,
controlled...
tenderized,
by years,
that should have been tender...

...and then,
the nomadic wilderness years...
a wild mix of plenty and want,
arrogance and chagrin,
maternal warmth and maternal coolness,
paternal fire and paternal ice,
the Don Quixote years...
a searching,
a listening,
a developing of relationship,
of trust,
of knowledge,
understanding,
beauty,
and Love...

Now,
today,
a Jericho lies before me,
a walled city,
some would say a mighty walled city...
some would describe it as
simply another temporary resting place,
another tomorrow,
aother purpose...
...the walls are immaterial;
it is a will that places me here,
it shall be a will which places me there...

Today ends the seventh circle.

...with fresh enthusiasm,
I invite you,
I want you to come with me,
it would seem peculiar without you...
you can come with me,
or,
you can stay here,
where a will has brought you...
your destiny is your destiny,
mine is mine,
but,
with you by my side,
or with you in my heart only,
I am entering Jericho,
not to destroy,
but,
to Love...
to Live and Love as was intended.

rko
january twenty-eighth, two thousand six

Copyright © enigma ... [ 2006-01-30 10:15:35]
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Re: The Seventh Circle (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 3rd February 2006 @ 02:08:00 PM AEST
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This write is incredible.
Deep, powerfull-n-enlightening.
huggs,
emy

Re: The Seventh Circle (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Saturday, 31st March 2007 @ 11:44:10 PM AEST
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A splendid write of a journey and a transformation of choice rings throughout this piece.Or in terms of the bodies chakra reaching that highest plane which would be the seventh circle)

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