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Description
A collection of poems by Ray Hamilton written over the course of twenty years.
The poems were not written in any specific order. I had no interest in literature or poetry. I don't have a strong vocabulary and can't spell to save my life. Some days I thought I was the greatest poet in the world. Other days I was insecure and unequipped.
So I have often wondered where the desire and ability came from. I now know there was a direct connection between writing my first poem and my first spiritual awakening. That poem sucked...but the awakening didn't. I also realized what I couldn't comprehend, my pen did. I have lost everything in my life...twice. But I never lost a single poem.
Recently, I was spiritually dead and had cut myself off from the therapy of writing and any connection to the Universe. I started writing again after a drought of five years and read all of my work and realized I didn't write it alone. It was divine inspiration, one fragment at a time. There was a story there. A combination of fact, fantasy and a touch of insanity.
Through meditation I ended up allowing the Universe to mend the fragments together. It was something bigger than me. My sincere hope is that one person, somewhere, somehow comes across this book and becomes inspired to take up the pen and allow the Universe to heal them with the gift of coloring a poem.
The poems were not written in any specific order. I had no interest in literature or poetry. I don't have a strong vocabulary and can't spell to save my life. Some days I thought I was the greatest poet in the world. Other days I was insecure and unequipped.
So I have often wondered where the desire and ability came from. I now know there was a direct connection between writing my first poem and my first spiritual awakening. That poem sucked...but the awakening didn't. I also realized what I couldn't comprehend, my pen did. I have lost everything in my life...twice. But I never lost a single poem.
Recently, I was spiritually dead and had cut myself off from the therapy of writing and any connection to the Universe. I started writing again after a drought of five years and read all of my work and realized I didn't write it alone. It was divine inspiration, one fragment at a time. There was a story there. A combination of fact, fantasy and a touch of insanity.
Through meditation I ended up allowing the Universe to mend the fragments together. It was something bigger than me. My sincere hope is that one person, somewhere, somehow comes across this book and becomes inspired to take up the pen and allow the Universe to heal them with the gift of coloring a poem.
Spécifications
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Contenu
- Nombre de pages :
- 124
- Langue:
- Anglais
Caractéristiques
- EAN:
- 9798516316609
- Date de parution :
- 10-07-21
- Format:
- Livre broché
- Format numérique:
- Trade paperback (VS)
- Dimensions :
- 127 mm x 203 mm
- Poids :
- 140 g
