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Post by silver on Oct 5, 2014 0:06:30 GMT -5
Lighten up my friend All is but passing fancy I am not your child. ha! ha! if you were my child I wouldn't have told you to get lost and if you were my friend I wouldn't have had to! you told me to get lost? I don't remember that. your riddle-speak is wearing thin.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2014 0:15:06 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Oct 5, 2014 0:29:56 GMT -5
Lighten up my friend All is but passing fancy I am not your child. ha! ha! if you were my child I wouldn't have told you to get lost and if you were my friend I wouldn't have had to! You scold as if... Bill.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2014 5:07:54 GMT -5
something resists looking in the box of secrets or even acknowledging there is such a thing honesty cracks the code in a poof
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Post by laughter on Oct 16, 2014 18:02:58 GMT -5
headless walks around the town every sight and every sound converge they will and seamlessly how could we ever not be free? gentleness it strikes hard ground despair is nowhere to be found the weight of this world isn't felt the mind floods as the frost it melts to the sky we open, look remembering the time ground shook the threshold to the gateless gate how could one ever be here late? a dance it goes on as before but once the truth of doorless door that it was here and all along just heedless were we of the song trade the head for heed and know not up above nor down below not near or far or long ago and not tomorrow, oh, hell no! Love is ever all around to be still is to be found to be open does allow the timeless depthless here and now
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Post by laughter on Oct 23, 2014 7:10:08 GMT -5
wordetics poet flicks maybe tricks of letters minus fetters but flow a glow to be to see right now just how this unfolds no holds caught up to sup it comes it runs wordetics great stuff today glimmer thanks!
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Post by glimmer on Oct 24, 2014 4:20:08 GMT -5
are not my eyes and your eyes hallucinations or creation's illustrations but to identify eyes as anything but eyes one stops short of all the depth deep behind them
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Post by laughter on Oct 24, 2014 4:27:50 GMT -5
breathless yes it is to see depth that is infinity movement is as still as sound lightness felt no pulling down in that instant there we are no meaning left to near or far love it cannot be restrained me can ever only be feigned
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Post by laughter on Nov 1, 2014 7:23:48 GMT -5
they say turtles, but without a shell? I didn't know, you know I didn't know the snow would melt into truth and when the blanket is gone it's shivers all the way down Is the water cold? well, to be so bold it's really about the depth. The sound it makes smashing the cakes left out in the rain ... is silence true not me not you an echo of insane To be shorn is not forlorn as what stands in the way of love unbound a different sound not one of night nor day Here it is now yes nowhere could it ever be than where you shiver
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Post by glimmer on Nov 2, 2014 1:23:21 GMT -5
whether it be water or sound; all of it goes all the way down
here nor there is every or none and time doesn't count
in seconds or eons turtles or shivers all the way now
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Post by laughter on Nov 2, 2014 13:18:09 GMT -5
in passing through to the bottom of the shoe the laces do unfurl
when it all comes together like a change in the weather all life becomes one blur
as the sky opens there is nothing that depends on what we see, hear, think or feel
now and here there is no fear just the flavor of what's real
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Post by laughter on Nov 8, 2014 0:51:17 GMT -5
today tomorrow yesterday what will come? what will we say?
stand atop the mystery live with life transparently
the movement comes the movement goes where it leads you think you know but thoughts they lead you well astray if wagon hitched to drag away
a battery of time would make energy for it's own sake let direction take it's will in mystery, all is still
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Post by laughter on Nov 10, 2014 13:10:02 GMT -5
The Long Boat by Stanley Kunitz The Long Boat When his boat snapped loose from its mooring, under the screaking of the gulls, he tried at first to wave to his dear ones on shore, but in the rolling fog they had already lost their faces. Too tired even to choose between jumping and calling, somehow he felt absolved and free of his burdens, those mottoes stamped on his name-tag: conscience, ambition, and all that caring. He was content to lie down with the family ghosts in the slop of his cradle, buffeted by the storm, endlessly drifting. Peace! Peace! To be rocked by the Infinite! As if it didn't matter which way was home; as if he didn't know he loved the earth so much he wanted to stay forever. and when he found that grounding as the fog began to clear nothing that was far away was different from the near the loved ones he returned to called him by a name that a poignant distant recognition brought a smile to the same and even though his feet still hit that earth with every step there was a forgivness, the trodding it just let a flow into the moment be open to the seen nothing was divided with a thought of in between and the boat that bore him outward onto the infinite bright sea? he left it there to bob upon the bay for the use of you and me
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Post by laughter on Nov 11, 2014 14:39:17 GMT -5
the sky it has a tail to tell but it ain't got nothin' to sell the colors we can give them names but only mind will make that tame gentle breeze or tornado, in expanse no high or low expectation can be funny, what else can you feed a bunny?
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Post by glimmer on Nov 12, 2014 1:08:36 GMT -5
the sky it has a tail to tell but it ain't got nothin' to sell the colors we can give them names but only mind will make that tame gentle breeze or tornado, in expanse no high or low expectation can be funny, what else can you feed a bunny? carrots, don't give a bunny maggots strong and weak winds, names blow away give a poet a carrot and a poet will find a toe out of it becoming a tow of a tale, all tails wag or flag as natural tails do, and on the heal of it, sails to the winds!
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