Poem -

Heartstone

The picture is one of Kenmare Stone circle (from internet - my apologies if I infringe on picture rights) that set of the poem

Heartstone

My eyes open to a cradle
I have never seen before,
yet my heart tells me
I have slept many nights in this
cold, clammy cot.

Thoughts run riot in my mind
and I run from this house
to the meadow where
an ancient circle rises from the grass.

In the centre of this ring of stones,
one sleeps, slowly beating away
the seasons, wave after wave
lapping on the shorelines of time.

I sit down next to it
and open my eyes again.
The waves touch my heart,
 gently pulling me into their waters.

I drink of their salt,
flowing on their currents like seaweed,
feeling
oceans of time
flooding the beach
my body has become.

I give up my self
to become one
of the stars these stones secretly are.

Waking up
perhaps just one second later,
I have reconciled this life
with those that came before.

A new sun rises…
 

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Tony Taylor

Hey JOHN!!......those stone circles are usually erected on very powerful "energy points" or where "ley lines" intersect.....consequently the power to affect a person's demeanor or dreams or give off healing properties are exponentially increased....depending on that person's potential and point of development......this poem takes us beautifully and most poetically into that world of possibilities.....I LOVE how you expressed so much and pointed out that "Perhaps" only a second had passed in time.....the subject matter that you choose to write on is "Right Up My Alley" ~ so to speak!!......ALL STARS!!....ALWAYS a pleasure my friend!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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John Loopstra

Hi, Tony, yes, Stone Circles contain and focus a lot of energy. I have been to about ten Irish stone circles (though Kenmare is not included in the list) while on holiday in the Republic. My favourites are Drumbeg and Ardgroom. Real energetic changes mostly do take only a second, it is working towards and recovering afterwards that takes up sooo much time... This process I was (am?) in, is basically the reason I was absent from this Cosmos for over three months... Thanks ever so much for the enthusiastic support and stay save!

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The fish of the sea

Such a spiritual write here John! Glad I found this one. Love how you played with the senses!

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John Loopstra

Thank you for getting the spiritual, shamanistic vibe. This one is the fourth poem of a series, describing/dealing with the process I went through the past few months.  It may be the last,  but then again, I do not yet know... (1 is "A spinney by some brook", 2 being "Now", 3 "Spring has come" and off course Heartstone. Read them all (and especially the explanations accompanying A Spinney...) and you'll know why I was absent. This has overtruned my life, I had become convinced of past lives in the past four years or so, but that was still somewhat "academic". Now I have something "solid" in my own family tree and a very strong emotional response to seeing the horoscope of my great grandmother I have never known (she died way befor WW II). At least I have accepted the outcome of the process. Shamanistic processes help getting clarity... (but to let you in on the secret: it is the senses that are playing with me🤣😂) Stay safe, down there
 

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