13 Aug 2013
by writingforselfdiscovery
in Poetry
Tags: Buddha, Ghandi, Jesus, remembering, truth
Have you ever felt like something was trying to break through…something profound…but you just couldn’t quite…………………..
HALF-REMEMBERED
Something plays around the edges
of my mind.
It’s big,
like a half-remembered truth.
It darts back into the shadows
allowing hidden glimpses
of itself.
In lucid moments
I grasp at the meaning.
It eludes me,
but it’s there.
I can feel it more than see it.
I can remember it more than
know it.
It’s universal,
not just some morsel of
understanding,
but grand, elegant, preposterous.
It’s a Buddha truth,
or Ghandi,
or Jesus…
it’s that big,
and that slippery.
Oh! There it goes,
sliding into the sinkhole
of forgetfulness,
with other unremembered truths
that never quite make it
to the surface
of
my
mind.
Sherry Bronson
8/13/2013
Credits:
Buddha photograph from http://www.terpinski.pl
Ghandi photograph from http://www.bollywoodworld.com
Jesus photograph from www.derekleman.com
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of my mind.
It’s big,
like a half-remembered truth.
It darts back into the shadows
allowing hidden glimpses
of itself.
In lucid moments
I grasp at the meaning.
It eludes me,
but it’s there.
I can feel it more than see it.
I can remember it more than
know it.
It’s universal,
not just some morsel of
understanding,
but grand, elegant, preposterous.
It’s a Buddha truth,
or Ghandi,
or Jesus…
it’s that big,
and that slippery.
Oh! There it goes,
sliding into the sinkhole
of forgetfulness,
with other unremembered truths
that never quite make it
to the surface
of
my
mind.
Sherry Bronson
8/13/2013
Credits:
Buddha photograph from http://www.terpinski.pl
Ghandi photograph from http://www.bollywoodworld.com
Jesus photograph from www.derekleman.com
writing for self-discovery 
Aug 13, 2013 @ 16:12:14
Beautiful…
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