Silent worlds unseen
Beyond imagination
Whisper at the door
Whose are the voices that call
Are they within or without…
On which side of the door do I stand? Am I in life or death, or does life to one only seem as death to another? Are birth and death no more than a single doorway through which I will move to change perspective? And if the grass is always greener on the other side, why would we fear to sleep beneath it…
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #5: Sue Vincent’s latest #tanka-prose #haibun!
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Thank you for sharing this one, Frank 🙂
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You’re welcome, Sue!
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Love your ponderings, Sue.
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you, Jaye x
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Well, in Jerusalem, the grass was frequently greener depending on the number of sheep grazing there. The Bedouins moved the sheep (right through town) every few weeks giving the grass a chance to grow in between. I think the sheep know where the greener grass is, even if we don’t.
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I wonder if that is where the saying originated?
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A haunting stream of images in your words Sue.
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Thank you, Paul.
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