{"id":1006,"date":"2010-10-14T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-10-14T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/the-mood-of-an-evening-at-bellmore-island\/"},"modified":"2010-10-14T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2010-10-14T00:00:00","slug":"the-mood-of-an-evening-at-bellmore-island","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/the-mood-of-an-evening-at-bellmore-island\/","title":{"rendered":"The Mood Of An Evening At Bellmore Island"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am alone at Bellmore Island \u2013<br \/>This imperturbable rock in Azelock sea.<br \/>The crescendo of the surf and the gusty dance of the winds<br \/>Play on the strings of the mind like on a piano.<br \/>The mood turns from the rapturous to reflective.<\/p>\n<p>I ask myself what have I done?<br \/>What will I do today?<br \/>What will I do tomorrow?<br \/>And the future looks a blot of ink.<br \/>Mornings dawn and suns set,<br \/>And time moves in a labored sigh.<\/p>\n<p>She was an angel who did not want to live in a heaven,<br \/>But in the clamor and dust of the world &#8211;<br \/>Among the human beings.<br \/>She lived with a passion to give,<br \/>To heal others\u2019 wounds.<br \/>She was not ruffled by the world\u2019s slights,<br \/>Its materialistic core.<\/p>\n<p>She searched for a God who would make her strong and free,<br \/>So she could continue her mission of love and caring.<br \/>An ethereal gracefulness enwrapped her;<br \/>Her charm was a ribbon of light.<br \/>My mother left this world recently;<br \/>Leaving behind a footprint of nobility,<br \/>A scent of love, a vision of perseverance.<\/p>\n<p>I must return from Bellmore to the world,<br \/>To complete my work here on earth.<br \/>Then to mingle as a dust with the dust from the stars;<br \/>To dance the cosmic dance from which life began.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am alone at Bellmore Island \u2013This imperturbable rock in Azelock sea.The crescendo of the surf and the gusty dance of the windsPlay on the strings of the mind like&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1006","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-poems"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1006","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1006"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1006\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1006"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1006"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1006"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}