nothing beats the spiral
In the spaces between
Harmony and chaos
Wisdom voids the mind
To expose veins of
Hidden avoidances
Where – omniabsent –
Omnivalent in our longing
We exist inverted –
Give in receiving
Receive in giving
While surfing across the deep
To simulate worlds
Sift signals
Endure ironies
For evermore becoming
And emitting realities
Fleeing the ground
Of being …
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Dear readers, I hope you stick around, while I’m immersed in writing scenes for my second book, Shapers – the continuation of an epic search for the real.
Course of Mirrors 
Cool picture, lovely words. I’ll be here – off you go and do your wordsmithing thing. 🙂
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Glad you like the post. Must catch up with Mary’s sizzling romance 🙂
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Me too, happy to wait. Endorse the dominion of the spiral…as you know!
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Ah, the spiral reigns supreme. And you remind me now of ‘Burnt Norton,’
… Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present …
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Beautiful imagery, Ashen. Your words always speak to me sweetie. Thank you for sharing. 😉
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Thanks dear Sophie.
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Always a pleasure honey. 😀
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A friend, after reading my post, sent me this amusing extract of an Edwin Morgan poem, ‘Really Red.’
… I walked out once to find the really real,
from early morning into cochineal.
That first mistake still seems to have appeal …
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Lovely, Ashen.
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Thank you, Cath ☼
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