Swamps Of Time Poem by Anita Sehgal

Shrouded in the mists of time
the phantom hands from the past
desperately struggle to cling to the present
… the grip is loosening
the past losing its sting

Heavy boulders on the
frozen breast of the earth shifts grudgingly
the green beneath bursts forth

Spring arrives
so clear and fresh
as if winter had never been

Past relived and digested
Births a new life
Every moment now brings its own power..
All that is gone is gone
It is over.. it is finished!

Fountains of life spring forth
from the Cosmic Well
Filling in spaces where the past hid unbidden
Bubbling, joyous aliveness
Where the hands from swamps of time had been …

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