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Nov 2011
Peace
A state of mind defined a man sets on a rock out to the side many waters splash and rush down the
Broken rock face this mix that includes the finest accompaniment of birds in this enclosed silence a hush
Brought By the trees that envelope you at one with your surroundings you do disappear a hypnotic
Trance holds you its caress told by the soft breeze time is lost there is no telling only richest dwelling the
Mind abides in natures gifting wistful you drift among delights that seem to have no tangible sight but in
Reality it is all there is to see but this is basking sight it is the renowned that is hard to express indulgent
Decadent what and who could make such gifts of indescribable beauty must be someone some place
That breaks out of all bounds of understanding feel like worshiping go ahead then you enter a hidden
Stream that waits and creates moments for that very purpose and you thought you were the only one
That feels alone what if you filled the universe the blackest deepest void and all that responded when
You spoke was the profoundest dark silence truly a house is not home and other worlds make no
Pretense they don’t weep they don’t laugh they can’t touch soothe or give comfort they brood not in
The forest mist and with knowing eyes say I feel your pain never do they exclaim awe when trees pierce
Heavens heights and their shade never evokes joy like it does from way down deep that plays on your
Face a masterful musician alone can embark on this kind of trip of wonder an instrument with a bow
Can call on emotional stores that trade on petals of flowers with droplets of rain in their essence a
Miniature world is pondered doth not the scribe find mighty scrolls abroad they spell and thrill even
Kings and wise men that have such diverse knowledge but they are left speechless at the door of
Wonder nature quietly expands its riches are more than what you see or feel you have traveled to the
Marvel and habitation of all creation welcome my child come and set by your Father I will tell you of
Future wonders that you and I will explore I promise you will never be bored, lonely will be for ever
Banished by perfect love
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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