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 has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. 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

  1. Pingback: Whispering – The Militant Negro™

  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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