Heat and fatigue, do not call me to watch <br />TV, I cannot feign interest when feverish, <br />a fire burning in my forehead, flames in <br />my cheeks, let me escape into my book <br /> <br />Our physical world is just one expression of a <br />manifold possibilities, a background hum on <br />the note of B-flat is detected by physicists in <br />this vibratory universe <br /> <br />I am vibrating to a scream on high C, the Magic <br />Flute Queen-of-the-Night in Mozart’s opera is <br />singing a razor-sharp aria in me, yet reading <br />about reality as a spiritual entity <br /> <br />Lifts my thoughts away from my body to a <br />world view of wonder, creating enough <br />space to set me free from the debilitating <br />symptoms of the allergy... <br /> <br /> <br />Deepak Chopra “Life After Death” Rider, Ebury <br />Publishing 2006, quotes from pp 2&3<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/06-08-2009-a-scream-on-high-c-rev/
