Meditation
not like a dream
but a gentle way
you hold yourself
So many people
forget to be loved
to be love
There are smooth
tender ways
to move through the
mountain high hills
The fog lifts
stage curtains
Swept back
from theater
into the life
© Angela Bigler 2013
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Angela Bigler 
That’s beautiful Angela. I wish my mind was as peaceful as this so I could write with a bit more positivity.Thanks for sharing 🙂
Andy, I had to laugh when I read your comment because my mind is so, so, so far from peaceful! If you were to step inside here you would be clamoring to get out. What I do have is peaceful moments that bring me back after whirlwind days and weeks of tangled thoughts! Thank you for stopping by! 🙂
So many people forget to be loved – it’s really beautiful the way you have flipped this phrase and all the implications of that. The whole poem is really lovely. Fog lifts stage curtains – let the show begin.
Thank you so much Francis!