A poem

Inspiration is to higher thought reveal,

Mundane world is to higher thought conceal.

Oh free me from the shackles that bind,

For then and only then will I be fine.
But what potential hath this moment to unfold?

Dare I say, vastly splendid riches yet untold,

Tremendous riches of a sweetly grandeur kind,

Behold this moment, for now I know, I will be fine.

Copyright, Marianne Irvine and Grandeurvision, 2010.


2 thoughts on “A poem

  1. Inspiration to higher thought. That is what I need, moment to moment. As it happens my life feels wonderful. When I forget and slip back into small mindedness, my world temporarily shrivels. What a grand reminder of the way life can be.

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