This entry was posted on November 21, 2009. It was filed under meditation, Short Story, Spoken Word .

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   Gwendolyn

   When I get restless, I find something to organize. Really enjoyed the imagery of the night walk and your quest to find peace. My favorite: “night’s heart performs on sky’s stage with no audience…” We so often overlook the beauty of the night. Overall, obviously enjoyed this piece of work. Thank you for sharing as always.

   November 22, 2009 at 12:14 am
   

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     Speaks Beliefs

     thanks for reading. i was playing with imagery in this piece. something i felt my latest posts were lacking (perhaps i’m too hard on myself). i also wanted the words to feel “restless.” i hope that i achieved this goal, as well.

     November 22, 2009 at 10:59 am
     

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   Substance

   SB…this piece is my new favorite! Do you know what this did to me?

   I read it and I saw you and I saw myself because I understand that state of mind. I wanted to speed through each line to get to the next thought, but at the same time I wanted to slow down and savor every word.

   You rule your literary landscape. Know that.

   Peace,
   Substance

   November 25, 2009 at 4:09 pm
   

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   Joy

   Powerful feelings and emotions…vivid imagery. As usual, a masterpiece.

   November 25, 2009 at 4:16 pm
   

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   Crystal Belle

   beautifully written! the voice is like a chant of sorts. love it.

   restlessness is a gift and a curse. in the midst of it, you can create something as beautiful as this. on the flip side, your peace is disturbed. love it.

   p.s. were you listening to coltrane when you wrote this?

   November 29, 2009 at 8:43 pm
   

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   Cook.ThePoet.

   I love your flow. Definitely unique in its own right. I enjoyed reading.

   -Cook.ThePoet.

   December 7, 2009 at 8:31 pm
   

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   Rachel

   very nice

   December 10, 2009 at 9:42 pm
   

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7. 

   salaamfreeland

   An effortless flowing stream. Particularly liked “Do I see conclusion in the distance? As I approach my door this gate from which night’s journey commenced and the entry to its ending”. It reminded me of those optical illusion illustrations, like staircases that go up, and up, and up in a continuous loop. You managed to convey in those few lines alone a sense of the never ending, maddening cycle; the restlessness of the soul. An excellent piece of work.

   January 2, 2010 at 9:05 pm
   

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   Phil

   I loved the poem. i could feel mt heart slow to match the footsteps and state of mind.
   Gifted, both you & me, thank-you

   April 19, 2010 at 8:44 am
   

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