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Story and Poem of the Week and Inspiration Point

Posted by onemorething: This week's Poem of the Week is Turlough's brilliant and powerful poem, Fifty-One Empty Places at the Dinner Table. https://www.abctales.com/story/turlough/fifty-one-empty-places-dinner-table This week's Story of the Week is Ghigau 4 by w.w.j.abercrombie. https://www.abctales.com/story/wwjabercrombie/ghigau-4 Our new Inspiration Point is here: https://www.abctales.com/inspiration-point-ip Have a lovely weekend.

Without Words

Without Words At dawn, I’ll lament the mystery of my faith; It’s all for your glory and my good. Standing in His wind, surrounded by an all-consuming fire, Surrender in the presence of abiding fellowship. Healing is here; your healing word is here. On the holy ground, knees to the earth: While heaven embraces, with a divine encounter. I take refuge in your amazing grace. It is enough. Here healing flows: soul healer, above all, the breath of God...

Alternated Nature

Alternated Nature Light fades onto empty pages; Like a snow cloud, yearning to survive. Defending its moment in transcendence. An ionization is her state of nature, Light drifting that doesn't want to slip. Off the edge of dribbling water. It does go quietly, though so far away, like magic in the cosmos. Into the land of white waters. Where liquor speaks, smooth. Here, we’re reminded that water is life. When water and wind have erased all of...

Particle

PARTICLE A sandstorm has settled; grains of sand particles; rest softly in the palm of your hands. Wind clouds swirl like a snake out of a basket, before dusk, the air heavy with what feels like one’s floating in circles. In a fleeting gold rush, intoxicating with being separated, in isolation as we embrace the sandstorm and long lines of violet dune hills. From when the earth was still dividing, and dividing still. What’s behind them? You run...

Mastering Peace

Mastering Peace In this state of awareness, a pure mind rests here in a flowing, calm light that reflects on the art of being alone to contemplate, which becomes your soulful treatment: a choice to be. Innermost: a new way forward. In the mirror of mirrors, quietude is a calm retreat in your room between the rooms of your soul. There to maintain an abiding peace below the surface. This knowledge teaches the mind the truth that lies beneath the...

Quietude

QUIETUDE Balance, in this calm stream of stillness. With a therapeutic peace that sleeps, like a queen. On an orthopedic mattress: Now that harmony has revived? Tranquility, while encircled with Tibetan sound bowls in restful moments, a higher intelligence, This inward journey defines distance in learning relaxation. One personal experience. Boundless space of mere simplicity: moment in life; where the air inside becomes a heart that asks for a...

A New Beginning

A New Beginning To be grounded, footed, safely on a firm foundation; built to withstand: The performance of a lifetime. While out running, outlast, outside the box; that breaks porcelain: a high-quality made in China, and relive experience, attachment to one's drive. All obstacles removed: removing hardships, think about it; as a spectrum unfolding, a patchwork along the way. The meeting point. Even the horizon knows its boundaries, alignment,...

Distortion Destroyed

Distortion Destroyed Razor thin, invisible disconnect to reality, with coping mechanisms: detached, broken, and shattered dolls, with thumbprints: behind the watcher of loneliness: if only you could feel something? Here you’re standing up again, and this is how to let go of being reluctant to move another inch, half-smoked in the mirror. Imagery: confused, abused, introverted with second thought; then cut off in mid-sentence. Things are not as...

Sad Mug

SAD MUG When angels rise, there is a concern with the watcher of loneliness who has tasted everything we would know. A state that yearns for companionship. After an endless winter frost, it lingers into a lonely, indescribable, lifeless cry of the night. All alone, wrapped in black nylon, shades of the moonbeam, between the curtains; elegy goes the night. But for those murmuring angels, Less than a chant: shorter than an echo. We find no place...

Old Boys (2018), Film4, Writers Luke Ponte and Freddy Syborn, Director Toby MacDonald.

https://www.channel4.com/programmes/old-boys https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_film_adaptations_of_Cyrano_de_Bergerac Old Boys isn’t listed in the Wikipedia of film adaptations of Cyrano de Bergerac. I vaguely recall the Gérard Depardieu version. Back in the nineties, the French leading actor was making the jump to Hollywood. That was before he started moaning about taxes and got a special dispensation from another lead man, Putin, which...

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