Out There at the Edge; a poem
Edge #5
Out Here… At The Edge
There is for all of us an ‘Edge’…
Some of us go out there in our
Creative moments. Some of us never
See the edge.
No one’s ‘edge’ is Straight, edges are erratically
Serrate. At the edge, being timid is
Always a negative, then always it is
Fear that holds sway, fear that pulls
Our beings back from the abyss…
From that horizon which enables
Our souls to communicate with
Our spirits, allowing our souls to
Fly off planet, allowing our spirits
To ground, to create in our beings
Spiritual unity, to make our
Beings wholisticly pure in their
Physical, mental, soulful and
Spiritual bodies.
It is at our edge
That we do our very best creative work
It is at our edge where we become
Who we really are, it is at our
Edge where we know our souls
Meet our soul mates and fly
Into the Unity of Beingness…
Let us give thanks for these
Amazing openings at our edge…
Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith
08-27-96
Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith: I’m 74 years old, born in Tacoma, WA and went to high school in Arcata, CA. I served in the US Army, met my first wife and had our first son in France. I started writing poetry in my first college English class in 1961. I’ve published a book called The Path to The Beloved and I have several books ready to publish. I lived in the Sierras in Grass Valley for 30 years before moving to Albuquerque, NM, last year. My book about fathers and sons called This Child and His Tree will be going to the publishers shortly.
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