Calm
Quiet
Time to think
Moments to be
To find what is lost
Buried by impatience
Drowned by the clamour of need
And the apron-strings of duty
Bound to the tides of necessity
And importunities of survival
Hearts cannot hear that still, silent whisper
Reaching out from the core of being
Across the void of illusion
Offering inspiration
Infinite compassion
Yearning to be heard
A gift of love
Offering
Silent
Peace
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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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Beautiful poem
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Thank you, Sadje.
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A lovely poem, Sue. Very restful.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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https://seekingpeacecreatingpeace.wordpress.com/2019/05/29/driving-towards-peace-peace-by-the-sea/
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Thank you, Anjum.
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Such Peace! ❤
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I could use a bit about now. ❤
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Me too😊
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🙂
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After switching computers and all that entails, I need a week of such quiet moments!
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I can imagine… that is always a horrendous job!
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and I always seem to forget something crucial…
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But you’ll remember when you need it 😉
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Hopefully…
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🙂
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This is lovely!
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Thanks, Di.
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Amazingly beautiful!🤗
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Thank you, Beckie.
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Really lovely Sue 💜
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Thanks, Willow ❤
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💜💜
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Just beautiful, Sue. “Moments to be”. I love that.
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I would love that too, Jennie 😉
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🙂
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Water is like that. (K)
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Yep.
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This:
“To find what is lost
Buried by impatience
Drowned by the clamour of need
And the apron-strings of duty
Bound to the tides of necessity
And importunities of survival”
You have, through your experience and by your words, named my own. This is what beautiful writing can do. Thank you, Sue.
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Thank you, Laure. I suspect most of us could relate to this.
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