Transition

This is an epic poem that is submitted in daily bites. It recounts a dialogue between an inspirer, who is a poet in spirit, and his human counterpart.

It is being submitted as it is being received, so I have no idea where it will take me - or you.

Pure-zen

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For the death of inspiration is expectation and it’s fear. You have to keep on trusting, to build what you consider dear.

Transition - Ruperts intro

From the viewpoint of spirit, your path’s a web and not a line. The threads that join together breach infinity and time.

Transition 2

I do not need a blank canvas, that purchase gives me none. But I do need your attention and some words that you’ve begun.

Transition 3

Everything has place and purpose, its the balance that’s awry. Its in relationship to spirit that man will finally rely.

Transition 4

That the journey cross the chasm is one that few would wish to take. You have come this far already, there has been not one mistake.

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So, the source of inspiration is the element of choice. You just need to be most careful, of to whom you give a voice.

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You may think the lesson’s distant as you work hard and you strive. But those who flee from flooded cities, do so barely with their lives.

Transition 8

I am standing in a corridor, the background it is dark. A wind approaches from the shadows the voice is almost like a bark.

Transition 9

When changes come, a mirror shines bright light into your face. It’s during transition these lines of battle must be faced.

Transition 10

For guilt and fear form metal bars, that a prison make. It takes an act of courage, to make a clean escape.

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For the planet needs great changes, if it is to stay alive. For that to happen man and spirit must forge a pact that will survive.

Transition 12

But finding words to tell this story is proving very hard. For you’re leaving earthly constructs, the lifeblood of your bard.

Transition 13

Now the curtain has been opened, its time for the play to start. Don’t worry that now you’ll fail to do justice to your part.

Transition 14

I am in a sphere of colour, undulating with great peace. Iridescent, transparent shimmers, which reveal another piece.

Transition – farewell

We’ve left a lot behind us, taken stock and set our sails. I feel as if in some way we are saying our farewells.