To sail without sails
Across a boundless ocean
Of gold and honey
Perception and memory
Shape what was to what should be…
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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.
beautiful words sound very liberating and “fresh”
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How true. Beautiful poem Sue.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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Always a pleasure
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you for reblogging x
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These words are very harmonious, Sue.
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Thank you, Robbie
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I hope it’s not just the image of the windmill that makes the poem seem almost Quixotic? Because perception and stuff made me think Quixote.
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TIlting at windmills is sometimes no bad thing 😉
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