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Post by laughter on Mar 30, 2015 4:48:47 GMT -5
one of the best in the thread glimmer
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Post by glimmer on Mar 30, 2015 6:47:44 GMT -5
one of the best in the thread glimmer all of them are part of the grand journey laughter
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Post by glimmer on Mar 30, 2015 6:57:13 GMT -5
for glimmer treated with kindness poems woven effortlessly more than I can bear
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Post by glimmer on Apr 5, 2015 2:09:15 GMT -5
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everything in this moment has become of itself just as it is called forth
oh and your thoughts they rush through like a hurricane where is your calmness in the eye
more than the lovers? yes more for what is the distance of those two there is no separation
away from illusion a curtain thought of as chosen such a smokescreen first, dampen it down
and each star bursts into being nay, even each flower again, again, what of the end-ness
the thread unwinds to thread again the pattern always remembered with perhaps
a different stitch and do not linger upon that footprint it is meant for wind and sand
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Post by zin on Apr 5, 2015 10:37:40 GMT -5
g: something was happening at the time of your writing this! there was no need to say it but I said.
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Post by glimmer on Apr 6, 2015 3:06:27 GMT -5
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does the heart sense or feel become is a double path
be and be and be come this way forward always on the way
the breath has always been a pointer; so too the beating of your reliable heart
be and be and be breathe and breathe and be and breathe and be
it is in the writing of these words or it is in the reading of them
what happens my friend is the happening just as you said
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Post by zin on Apr 6, 2015 3:13:00 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Apr 6, 2015 22:16:09 GMT -5
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth
-Hafiz
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Post by glimmer on Apr 7, 2015 2:39:11 GMT -5
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no name after all it is a borrowed thing
a rose is dressed in petals and perfume
we can give back into eventuality names, petals
and perfume. one breath blows out a candle
yet one candle may light a thousand more
of a lit candle or a dark candle what do you say
when words melt like the wax from the wick
they carry off from the breath that has the power
called candle blower again the flame trembles
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Post by zin on Apr 7, 2015 2:45:52 GMT -5
I say again, what is happening? nice - nice.
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Post by laughter on Apr 7, 2015 3:06:47 GMT -5
the wind whispering moves the flame but there is a resilience to it that is perhaps unexpected it dances and flutters and bends like the reed but there is no extinguishing it
close your eyes for long enough, and there you will find that light painting the inside of your eyelids it concentrates into a door in the shape of a circle a fire through which falsity cannot pass
no nouns are found after the passage, they were all just deceptions anyway life is the flower flowering, wafting her scent around and through all the defenses as any of those are never not futility embodied
this apparent dissolution is a trick of the mind as solidity is just an act it comforts the child in us, supports us in our frailty and allows our minds the appearance of respite this comes at the cost of forgetting eternity
no matter, as the wealth at issue here is inexhaustible there is no debt no tax no loss by theft or disaster than can ever rob you of your treasure giving freely has no price and guarding what isn't yours is a confidence game
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Post by zin on Apr 8, 2015 4:40:16 GMT -5
hey glimmer, can you finish this? or is it already.. ----------------------- unrealized potential morning I opened the window placed the signs for them . .
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Post by glimmer on Apr 9, 2015 1:02:26 GMT -5
hey glimmer, can you finish this? or is it already.. ----------------------- unrealized potential morning I opened the window placed the signs for them . . It is finished, if you want it to be. Or just listen, does something arrive?
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Post by zin on Apr 9, 2015 1:08:38 GMT -5
hey glimmer, can you finish this? or is it already.. ----------------------- unrealized potential morning I opened the window placed the signs for them . . It is finished, if you want it to be. Or just listen, does something arrive?
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Post by laughter on Apr 9, 2015 9:08:51 GMT -5
It is finished, if you want it to be. Or just listen, does something arrive?
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