The Mystical Beauty of Atlantis Through Poetry1 min readRated 0 out of 5 stars.No ratings yetI'm still slowly and steadily working on Parts 2-4 of "Unlocking the Power Within." Meanwhile, I felt to post some of my amateur poetry. Antediluvian Garden of Eden spiral of Atlantis –A winding, meandering coil circuitous –extolled by Donovan, Donnelly, and Plato,contains personal and collective shadow. As Donovan's melody reverberates –mermen and maidens, King Neptune and The Fatesnightly guide my oceanic underwater breathsas we travel within unconscious secret depths. Heading my twisting vortex backward in time –to see, feel, heal, and climb –beyond the fathomless unconscious ruts –gathering and recovering deep secrets. Making my way full circle,back through shadowy timestamped rubble.Repairing the old by facing it long last.I chuckled when criticized, "Let go of the past." Healing more profoundly than most can imagine.Rising above the unconscious soul dungeon.Beyond the childhood nightmares of vampiric stalking.I live by the motto, "When in hell, keep on walking." The feminine principle is deeply buried in the ocean.The past no longer traveled in a flowing spiral motion –since now – we live in squares. © Nancy Anderson - 2021
I'm still slowly and steadily working on Parts 2-4 of "Unlocking the Power Within." Meanwhile, I felt to post some of my amateur poetry. Antediluvian Garden of Eden spiral of Atlantis –A winding, meandering coil circuitous –extolled by Donovan, Donnelly, and Plato,contains personal and collective shadow. As Donovan's melody reverberates –mermen and maidens, King Neptune and The Fatesnightly guide my oceanic underwater breathsas we travel within unconscious secret depths. Heading my twisting vortex backward in time –to see, feel, heal, and climb –beyond the fathomless unconscious ruts –gathering and recovering deep secrets. Making my way full circle,back through shadowy timestamped rubble.Repairing the old by facing it long last.I chuckled when criticized, "Let go of the past." Healing more profoundly than most can imagine.Rising above the unconscious soul dungeon.Beyond the childhood nightmares of vampiric stalking.I live by the motto, "When in hell, keep on walking." The feminine principle is deeply buried in the ocean.The past no longer traveled in a flowing spiral motion –since now – we live in squares. © Nancy Anderson - 2021
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