I sit and ponder
near the window of my soul,
of all that my eyes see,
but what is blind to all.
The tapestry of colour,
which reflects the inner me.
That thing the Chinese refer to as chee.
Everyone has got it,
but not everyone can see.
They are blind to the fact,
of our energy held within.
The force of all creation,
our hidden energy within.
So powerful when harnessed,
can heal our mortal bodies,
from disease ridden control.
Giving our mind strengths,
we thought we never had.


15-16 June 2007

David Harris

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