06.08.2009 A Scream On High C (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice

Heat and fatigue, do not call me to watch
TV, I cannot feign interest when feverish,
a fire burning in my forehead, flames in
my cheeks, let me escape into my book

Our physical world is just one expression of a
manifold possibilities, a background hum on
the note of B-flat is detected by physicists in
this vibratory universe

I am vibrating to a scream on high C, the Magic
Flute Queen-of-the-Night in Mozart’s opera is
singing a razor-sharp aria in me, yet reading
about reality as a spiritual entity

Lifts my thoughts away from my body to a
world view of wonder, creating enough
space to set me free from the debilitating
symptoms of the allergy...


Deepak Chopra “Life After Death” Rider, Ebury
Publishing 2006, quotes from pp 2&3