"Of blest and unblest?"
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
Beauty can be a quiet meditation.
It can lie in the stillness
of our heart.
"I wouldn’t follow my wildest dreams,
"What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the unknown?"
It can lie in the words we arrange for ourselves...
In the things we wonder about.
Are these not like Portals?
"The shadows of us fall away,
Opening portals within ourselves,
The joy of us, the song,
Fills us together."
References for Poems..Ralph Waldo Emerson