Sunday, January 8, 2012

Swimming The Past Time Comments

Rating: 4.4

Disappear between the space of dust
In a smoke, within the light
Time moves in any speed
Continuously without tired no rest
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Unwritten Soul
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Mj Lemon 01 April 2018

Soul, times moves forward. We may do so, but we do stop. Perhaps our pause and eventual stillness amounts to the realization that we can accompany time, but not through all the ages. A profound work, Soul.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 November 2017

Swimming in the past time is really interesting. It brings sweet and sour, happiness and sadness, gladness and lamentation, smiles and tears. Life walks in time but time doesn't stop walking. So we should move with time and gather some cheers. A beautiful poem it is, you, dear Soul, have presented here nicely and touchingly. Thanks a lot.

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Rebecca Navarre 17 August 2017

Oh God What A Heart Felt Poem! ! ! ! ! Our Ascending Time Unknown. To Quickly It's Flown... Hold All Of Life, So Precious! ! ! ! ! Both In Light And, Dark Wisdom, Beauty's Shown! ! ! ! Ever So Very Very, Many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++++WOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thank You! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! So Very Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! saved

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Simone Inez Harriman 16 November 2015

A poignant journey that meanders around the heart.. beautiful......10

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Kasia Fedyk 03 June 2012

Brilliant and so true, the magic of remembrance the traveling soul on its next journey to touch oneness once more and dwell there. Beautiful. I love the way your words just flow so gently and so perfectly creating this masterpiece coming straight from the living spirit. Love and Light.

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Harindhar Reddy 14 March 2012

You have traveled far leaving this this monotonous world so you entered in to a fairyland and thoughts grow farther than the branches big Bunyan tree and you journeyed back to the past, a flashy flashing technique if one can see.......... Continuously without tired no rest In a chime of turbulence Awesome! for writing this poem to the poet I give, Indian Jasmine! :) :) :) :)

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Okoye Charles Chukwudi 24 February 2012

Very touching and emotional poem......keep it up...i love it..kudos

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Vipins Puthooran 08 February 2012

*********** [time is parallel to life, both are keep going but at a point they do intersect where we'll lose both] ************* Enjoy! as long as we've both...... 'tis a great poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Vipins Puthooran 08 February 2012

*********** [time is parallel to life, both are keep going but at a point they do intersect where we'll lose both] ************* Enjoy! as long as we've both...... 'tis a great poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Wahab Abdul 28 January 2012

As the poet explain that time never stop walking and life walking within time...time is greater than everything....end of time or beginning of time is beyond man's capability...we all walk within time...and time gives us both bad or good experience, even bad experience of the past may give us nice feeling or nice remembering or today's happy moment will be past tomorrow......the theme is excellent i like the poem.full marks to the poet.

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Elena Sandu 19 January 2012

How I love this poem! Let me send you my soul with a million thanks, I feel your words deep, crumbs of happiness coming from my heart too, thank you! !

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Rekha Mandagere 11 January 2012

In the album of experience, our life is let us see and enjoy every experience of life good or bad opening every snap of an album. Let us get inspiration to swim heroically by looking at the good one's as friends and forgiving the bad one's. The poem is deeply didactic in its appeal but it is always heart touching :) lots of blessings for writing such a nice thing for the mankind. I must give 10++

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(De Va) 09 January 2012

As your soul flies into the estuary of the stars above, you see the past that never goes away, no matter how sad, but. you also see the memories of the times you would never want to be without....I see your soul so hot in the night sky, flying to find that which has gone before and yet will go again....blessings

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Sonali Sings 09 January 2012

Reflecting the past to relive those moments in time whether good or bad and a realization that whatever happens adds to an experience from which one must learn and move ahead into future which still holds promises while living the present moment fully. Nice poem, Soul.

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Ahmed Khaled 09 January 2012

i'll never bear in mind concerning expecting being accused of any certain sort of exaggeration if i do have the most daring to say with full mouth, so complete heart and advanced perfect mind that the poet unwritten soul is somewhat in someway in somehow the best human example to be chosen to be the one who deserves to be or deserves to be considered a beautiful sort of angel being. PH.D: : : AHMED KHALED

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Hans Vr 09 January 2012

This a wonderful poem, Soiul. Whenever we think back long time ago, all events, including the sad ones get a certain glory. Sometimes we can wonder what was the true nature of things, were they really sad or was our suffering fully justified. The poem made me think about a paragraph I read from the great philosopher, RW Emerson, who expresses so much more eloquently what I am trying to say: When the act of reflection takes place in the mind, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty. Behind us, as we go, all things assume pleasing forms, as clouds do far off. Not only things familiar and stale, but even the tragic and terrible, are comely, as they take their place in the pictures of memory. The river-bank, the weed at the water-side, the old house, the foolish person, — however neglected in the passing, — have a grace in the past. Even the corpse that has lain in the chambers has added a solemn ornament to the house. The soul will not know either deformity or pain. If, in the hours of clear reason, we should speak the severest truth, we should say, that we had never made a sacrifice. In these hours the mind seems so great, that nothing can be taken from us that seems much. All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt. Neither vexations nor calamities abate our trust. No man ever stated his griefs as lightly as he might. Allow for exaggeration in the most patient and sorely ridden hack that ever was driven. For it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose. Of couse your poem looks not only and goes even much deeper. It looks also forward and reminds us of our own limited time. Itis truly a great poem, Soul. Excellent

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Jacqui Broad 09 January 2012

So very insparational, Soul. Thanks for the lines of encouragement, because even when we feel sad, life goes on. Rather be happy, for when one cry, one cries alone, but when one laugh, the whole world smiles with you. A beautiful poem.

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Dave Walker 08 January 2012

Wow my lil soul this is an amazing poem. I really really love it. I think its one of your best. Fantastic, love it.

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