THE GROWING SPIRIT:
Discovery and Recovery

A Poetry Chapbook

by
Susan Smily

BIRTH ©

 

The seed of awareness was planted
At the dawn of time
When all things started their journey.

Then
Form and substance
Was given to the truth,
And seen from different histories
And different perspectives
The form and substance
Was interpreted in infinite ways.

And the truth
Was enclosed by the form.

Hold your learnings out to me
As I brush past
I will take it all.

There is nothing
Of the truth
I cannot hear or learn.

I am a vessel,
A sponge.
I am an awakening spirit,
All that is
Is part of me.

I am a connect-the-dots,
A plant in the water,
A pan-abode pre-build:
I am complete but not yet developed.

So I will hear all -
All your thoughts and ideas,
All your knowledge.

And it will paint
One more section
Of my mural.

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