Think back, as far as possible
Remember your first breath, if you can
Then go beyond
To when the future
First passed through you
And left you as a trace in time
Return to the place
Where past, present and future are one
To where when began in your life
And you made your first distinctions
Between this and that
You and everything else
Go beyond all recordings, all traces of time
To the first moment
When illusion took hold in your life
It is there, and only there
You will find peace
And there, you can be without any remembering
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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9 thoughts on “Sunday Morning Metaphysical Journey”
Thanks Dan. Love those winged-beings
Nice new glass (et al) photos, Don. The pink flower with the winged-being is especially nice, too….
Thanks Andrew. You know me…I dig DEEP holes at times. The key is not to fall in them. LOL
wow! what a way of saying it – really deep…..
Thanks B, and yes it is, as far as I can tell.
Oh Borut, hello and welcome back. And yes, it’s all about remembering, especially where we are NOW. This moment.
Hey Dan, Ga-low. Happiness and peace and Sunday promises.
Polona, thanks and welcome back and glad it is calming, for all we have is now and that is our sanctuary…we pray and where we abide in the sweet by and by.
love this… omehow it has a calming effect on me…
Right on, Don. That’s how it is.
And I like that butterfly.
And the flowers…
You sure journeyed far!:) Remembering to remember… I’m still there: trying to remember to remember!?:)
It’s like this when we go back to God, no? I really like this poem 🙂