The Totality of Love

While this is indeed a deeply spiritual write Gewn...I do sense a deeper yearning here...to know, once and for all or spend whatever years left searching and seeking. Sometimes blind faith is not enough...sometimes can never be enough
many hugs xxx

wonderful poem 
as always

your bright talent is a glorious light!.........................................................Jim

There is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light from those green hearts gets in .... I dont know why but your words reminded me of LNC's Anthem & although quite distinctly different, I like them equally x

Gwen a real standalone narrative poem that literally reads like a standalone beacon, a human lighthouse filled and consumed with a Godlike power to become something else, to move on, to evolve.
Enjoyed this very much and admire the way you delivered something else, something different and something from poetry's left field.
And beautifully done, like from a tiny acorn a mighty oak can arise.
Only said acorn is  the spark and its beacon of light is predestination.
Hang in there and hope all is well, back tomorrow to read more, but in the meantime keep writing top drawer quality and I'm wishing you well.
Nos da Gwen. x.  

It is good to wake up after many months of work and redefine life and self to such a beauty🙏 Many thanks for sharing 

Gwen, I'm sorry that after all that you did for me I dropped off the face of the Earth, but I just wanted to drop by to say what a fantastic poem. It isn't every day (these days even less likely) that something captures my attention as this one did. I want to break it down.

Beneath your tail light  
I found myself thinking...

What a way to open your poem! Simply outstretching a hand to the reader, to come and listen. I love that.

The correlation of your enigmatic sparks 
amalgamated within my own hearts fire
Transcending my thoughts 
towards a higher plane of existence 

But here is my favourite verse. I think what I enjoy the most about how all encapsulating it is, it has this balance between rhyme and reason. No loss of cadence, no loss of clarity behind your words. No amount of thought could have gone into this, no, this is a sense, a talent, which cannot be trained but rather, inspired. And so it does and has always inspired me. 

I found my hunger,
persistently beckoning
my soul to enrapture,
within your own perfect hues 
To Infuse the essence of ourselves 
to become the self 
One perfect unity 
betwixt a landscape 
of emerald hearts

The desire for a paradise. Quite a heavy verse, but one that sits well with me. To become so interconnected with someone, on more of a spiritual level, I think this is the deepest level of connection we can obtain from a person.

Which rest 
Yearning 
Burning 
Against 
a sea
of dark 

This really sums up your writing nicely and gives the reader an explicit image to walk away with. Personally your most powerful part of the poem.

As you can tell, I really enjoyed this one Gwen~ Hope to catch up soon~ Your friend Max~

such a beautiful write.