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Post by charliegee on Aug 8, 2010 8:48:08 GMT -5
dog-sense ...
here it is, another sun another day, or is it? time being a construct a reality only in our minds
then again, what isn't? we live inside our heads and measure everything else by that standard ...
it's no wonder it's so hard to break free ~ namely because we don't even know that we aren't ...
that's the joke of it or better yet, the tragedy tell others you're thinking this way, and their heads
angle (not unlike a dog) when he doesn't understand something ~ trouble is most of the time ...
that very same hound is more in touch with reality than ... than we'll ever be ...
CG 8/8/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 9, 2010 12:00:13 GMT -5
believe me ...
through the hazy lens of memory I dream about what used to be a girl, a boy ~ just you and me that's how it all got started
so beautiful with your brown hair the moment that I saw you there my heart was lost in love somewhere in lands as yet uncharted
and thus began a love so bold still felt so strong now that I'm old a gift from god, a dream untold that could never be repeated
the years we shared, the life we had the joy, the pain, the good, the bad sometimes happy, sometimes sad a saga uncompleted ...
and now you're gone, I'm on my own left to face this world alone I walk around this empty home didn't know you'd ever leave me
but hope goes on, it hangs around and to your love, I'm ever bound so wait for me on holy ground 'cause I'll be there, believe me
CG 6/16/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 10, 2010 3:09:30 GMT -5
in the first place ...
when I think of freedom from the stress of this life a certain fear arises a definite dread ...
frightening on the one hand exhilarating on the other problem is both hands are clenched ...
and raised in protest once they're put down relaxed, unclenched the problem ...
that seemed to arise is no longer there and neither is the one who perceived the question
in the first place ...
CG 8/10/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 10, 2010 22:59:11 GMT -5
the heart of god ...
there is a space an emptiness an echo chamber if you will ...
thoughts arise ... like bubbles and pop, pop, pop along the way ...
no place to land no area to stick to sounds likewise resonate, shimmer
and are gone to be replaced by the next set of thoughts, bubbles and sounds
I am only the conduit the speaker through which everything is filtered here in the heart of God ...
where it all goes down ...
CG 8/10/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 11, 2010 9:25:56 GMT -5
not the end ...
we all die bees do it birds do it stars even ...
death is not a disease it is a necessary and vital part of life
and can be ... the gateway to awe to joy, to acceptance soon as we stop ...
fighting it ... running from it dismissing and denying it
we find we just might find it has more to do with life than we ever dreamed ...
death is the beginning ...
CG 8/11/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 11, 2010 21:05:18 GMT -5
clouds and grace ...
the day is gray my mood is high I see no grim disparity
I wake to find a welcome sky in all it's sweet hilarity
I poke no fun at pain's expense nor smile away the misery
I simply try in love's defense to extract the joy that's here for me
and so I go my merry way the tears and joy in back of me
no past or future fill my day only clouds and grace keep track of me ...
CG 5/12/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 14, 2010 1:16:27 GMT -5
unfaithful ...
sleep is elusive ... inconclusive ... it teases ... appeases ...
but flees ... like the morning air when the sun sinks shyly ...
inexorably into the molten heat of august ... sighing, circling ...
circumventing the truth that settles that dies in the certain atmosphere of doubt ...
that dies anew ... with the arrival the arising of each unfaithful thought ...
CG 8/14/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 14, 2010 5:43:29 GMT -5
who we are ...
gripped by fear but of what should I be afraid ... there is only one fear
really just one self-annihilation death ~ the unknown not-being ...
afraid of letting go surrender ... taking the leap with no hope ...
no hope ... of being caught no safety net do or die ...
do and die ... god himself demands it accepting no less
all or nothing funny thing is we're so afraid of nothingness
never realizing never dreaming that its who we are precisely who we are
CG 8/14/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 16, 2010 23:07:19 GMT -5
four for four ...
autumn night pleasantly cool grandson goes four for four ...
four singles all hard hit sprayed around the field ...
dark sky outlines of pine trees and a bottle
of gatorade sums up this day this time
walk-off home-run caps off a fine evening ... sleep beckons CG 8/17/10
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Post by charliegee on Aug 24, 2010 15:43:57 GMT -5
now ...
now, now and now iin this blessed moment you live, you suffer and you die ~ you are set free
everything past, present future flow, stream, wash into it ~ nothing is apart from it, and still we look back ...
to an imagined better time or forward to the bliss the kiss of future pleasure all very tantalizing ...
all very false ... it is only, simply, surely now, now and now in this blessed moment ...
CG 8/24/10
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Post by Portto on Sept 21, 2010 5:47:26 GMT -5
Wonderful song, beautiful lyrics by VANGELIS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VowX3fwTt_ALosing sleepIn a waking dream A recurring face I see Comes to pass my way Still, my heart, Will you please be still, my heart In this world of change You keep turning me round again In my mind Could it be that I’m just a fool for love Is blind to danger Is this faith, Then why should i Hesitate when love would dance with a stranger? Shout it loud from the rooftop high Let it burn inside, And try only to fade and die If I knew all there was to learn, Every twist and turn, Why do I still try
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