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Post by siaron on Mar 3, 2005 3:09:35 GMT -1
Ravens call, Crows caw And my blood is set to stirring Their admonitions in my ears "Remember, remember"
Sometimes I catch a fleeting glimpse of something from another life A symbol new and yet familiar Knowing, knowing
It's something that I can't explain, the surging knowledge in my blood There inside me all along Waiting, waiting
The time now calls: "Know of your past" and of my line of acestry back to the beginning "Acknowledge, acknowledge"
O Ancient Ones, I honor you who made my being possible sons and daughters of the stars Heroes, Queens and Bards.
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Post by goldenhand on Mar 3, 2005 8:30:52 GMT -1
Sometimes I catch a fleeting glimpse of something from another life A symbol new and yet familiar Knowing, knowing
Yes! I really understand that. Something that is so familiar, but you are sure that you haven't known it in this life. Just for an instant, there is a recognition, and it's as if you could hold that moment and learn so much - but it's gone in an instant and you're just left with this feeling of having lost something important...
Great poem!
Blessings,
Angharad
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Post by kern on Mar 30, 2005 11:59:33 GMT -1
dito dito
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