Whispering

standing stone in the mist

magnetic poem

Intuition in stone

Seeds ancient earth

With murmured secrets.

Spirit walks a sacred world

Breathing tendrils of song

For me to follow.

Through the lonely night,

I walk the path of harmony

Wandering between summer clouds

To wild moonlight,

Listening always

For you.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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5 Responses to Whispering

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  2. I am pondering intuition in stone. But you know … sometimes, you can put your hand on a stone and just FEEL it talking.

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