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December 2009 
Time found
Posted on Oct 18th, 2009
by 
Terrill
Terrill
mist in the trees
Time Found
Run away with me -
I'm leaving now following a warm trail of imagination.
Slipping between, moist vapor swiftly moves,
trees appearing and disappearing - deception a namesake.
Moments pass quickly when noticing the slice of moon
sliding across night's gateway to tomorrow.
Darkness settles into the corners of the room as lamps are silenced.
Be my imagination not that of Goya's ghosts -
I seek a warmer, friendlier, more hopeful place.
Lifting evening's gentle cover close under my chin
time greets me as familiar as an old friend -
one I have been missing.
copyright Terrill Welch - October 17, 2009
Access: Public
Beautiful Terrill, delightful imagery, thankyou for posting your poem here where we can see and experience it. The photo is great too.
What a beautiful poem… your words take me into the sacred space you witnessed. Thank you for sharing. It's beyond lovely.
Thanks Jenny and Leesa - I don't often organize my word-thoughts into anything resembling a poem… this just arrived and arranged itself this morning out of my end-of-the-day tweeting on twitter last night.
I am glad that you enjoyed it:)
“… this just arrived and arranged itself this morning …” Oh, Terrill - I wish I lived inside your head. This is simply beautiful. And the supporting photograph is stunning. Thank you, yet again, for another lovely gift.
Terill, this poem is amazing…
stunningly beautiful! in awe
Thanks Laurie - and I think you would enjoy living in your head better:) Mine is mapped out just for me and you wouldn't be able to find a thing!
Thanks Jeannie and Nicole. I am glad you enjoyed the post.
well said
I think you would enjoy living in your head better:) Mine is mapped out just for me and you wouldn't be able to find a thing!
you know I think this would make another interesting discussion thread. What does it look like inside your head?
Thanks Just ME :)
Jenny, this is an interesting idea. There is a Gaia friend who I think does this very well and that is Michael Grove. His profile name is http://my-head.gaia.com/profile . What fascinates me about Michael's work is how he always links us to all the sidebar conversations (rabbit holes) that make up the context for what he is currently communicating. For example, one of the things that Michael and I have in common is that we are both left-handed and dyslexic - try following just the hyperlinks on Michael's profile page and subsequence hyperlinks for these two facets of exploration. Enjoy!
I seek a warmer, friendlier, more hopeful place - INDEED
… and SO BE IT !
What I have concluded, after ALL these years, IS that the propensity of every left-handed dyslexic, IS to THINK in 3D, whereas the vast majority of the species, including my soulmate, think only in 2D.
IT has always been a source of great frustration that I could understand the most complex of things but never come to terms with tying my shoelaces.
My vision as a child was of a time when ALL members of my species could communicate with, and understand each-other, regardless of ethnicity or language, within my own 3D space.
My portal on that 3D space has now been manifested in the form of zaadz@gaia.
Thanks Michael for coming by and expanding this discussion to full 3D expression. Most appreciated!