The brain is not, and cannot be, the sole or complete organ of thought and feeling.- Antoinette Brown Blackwell, (1825-1921)
A song is echoing in the Cosmic mind
~Born to bewilder the mind of savanti savanté Savant ~
The twists and turns in the labyrinth of the cosmic mind;
bewilder all who try to complete it.
~Born to bewilder the mind of savanti savanté Savant ~
The feather falls from the tree
bird flies high - a gracious flight
trees on the hill
stones in the sand
days are passing by
trees on the hill
stones in the sand
~Born to bewilder the mind of savanti savanté Savant ~
The twists and the turns
the labyrinth of life
~Born to bewilder the mind of savanti savanté Savant ~
Rays of the sun
Beams of the moon
stars behind the clouds
clouds behind the stars
Feather falls from the tree
Bird flies high - angel in disguise
~Born to bewilder the mind of savanti savanté Savant ~
the winds are blowing
the feather is flowing
on rippling water. . .
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2007-03-13 at 01:23
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