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Post by charliegee on Aug 18, 2010 5:11:52 GMT -5
silence of morning emptiness of mind stillness of heart life is here ~ in this moment
only here ...
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Aug 18, 2010 6:34:02 GMT -5
Post by zendancer on Aug 18, 2010 6:34:02 GMT -5
That's a world-class haiku, Charlie. Beautiful.
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Aug 18, 2010 15:07:57 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 18, 2010 15:07:57 GMT -5
thanks ZD ...
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Aug 18, 2010 15:27:30 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 18, 2010 15:27:30 GMT -5
full awake alert music plays somewhere nearby who is here to hear?
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lobo
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Aug 19, 2010 9:34:56 GMT -5
Post by lobo on Aug 19, 2010 9:34:56 GMT -5
morning sun yellow and warm blue sky open and cool where is my heart? where is my mind? who am I? what is this?
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Post by charliegee on Aug 19, 2010 12:50:03 GMT -5
if I'm aware of the sky can I be the sky ... if I'm aware of the stars can I be the stars ...
if I'm aware of my body can I be my body ... if I'm aware of my mind can I be that mind?
if I'm aware of me then who am I? ...
it wasn't me ...
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Aug 19, 2010 15:48:20 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 19, 2010 15:48:20 GMT -5
there's nothing to lose there is nothing even to gain there's nothing to change ...
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Aug 20, 2010 13:29:28 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 20, 2010 13:29:28 GMT -5
the show ...
the person I was no longer is ... the person I am is not ...
somebody played Charlie for so long had the starring role
for so damn long I started to believe he was real ... but I learned ...
as I watched the show that he was an imposter a house of cards that tumbled ...
collapsed when the truth was seen clearly and now life goes on
like before but unlike before the web has untangled and so free ...
I walk I talk on god's good earth
but now ... the curtain has fallen the show is over no encores, no encores
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Post by charliegee on Aug 21, 2010 22:25:42 GMT -5
shade ...
dance with fists unclenched dance with open arms with crystal sight and clarity of mind
dance with no possession dance in god's good graces with grateful heart and peace of soul
know that you are loved know that you are love that where you end god begins (and vice-versa)
walk in solemn peace breathe freedom's air touch the hem of his garment as he breezes by
sit at the feet of mercy knowing only the beloved asking nothing yet possessing everything
wake to the beauty of sunrise embrace all that life brings sing the song of the angels die in the shade of their wings
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Aug 22, 2010 0:19:04 GMT -5
Post by enigma on Aug 22, 2010 0:19:04 GMT -5
Absolutely beautiful, Charlie.......Beautiful.
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Aug 22, 2010 1:15:21 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 22, 2010 1:15:21 GMT -5
thanks so much, E ... means a lot coming from you ...
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Aug 22, 2010 13:46:43 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 22, 2010 13:46:43 GMT -5
moves ...
we're taught who we are we learn who we are to be to stay within the ledgers color inside the lines
and those who taught us were taught by others back and back and back to the beginning ...
nobody really knows nobody ever knew but we pick up the ball and we run with it ...
hoping to find the goal somehow ~ hoping to reach that place where it's all alright ~ all right (alright?)
then why does it seem all wrong ~ why is there resistance every step of the way ~ why does
life as presented, as defined never bring contentment never bring happiness or peace ~ just trouble
magnifying trouble magnifying trouble and then we die ... and they'll say ...
he/she is in a better place maybe it isn't us that is suspect ~ maybe it's the way we've been taught
maybe we have to discard all prior knowledge and discover for ourselves what this life is really about
about time we looked at it more closely, see through its deceptions ~ reject its lies ~ it's falsehood
maybe it's time ...
may be the best move
we ever made ...
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Post by enigma on Aug 22, 2010 19:16:30 GMT -5
No pity for the dreamers
A bird in flight on a windy night gives pause to all that matters.
To all who brave the wrath of God and dance while moonlight shatters and falls like daggers come the dawns that splinter when they break to cast a spell... but tend to dwell a moment in it's wake.
Crystal sounds of winter nights. A petal in the snow lost in dreams of summers bright and basking in the glow.
To solitude that lets us dream to hope that sets us free. To the lion in the city and the prisoner on the open sea.
You're everything that matters You're all that matters to me.
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Aug 22, 2010 19:51:40 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 22, 2010 19:51:40 GMT -5
just lovely E ... thank you ...
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Aug 22, 2010 20:55:12 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Aug 22, 2010 20:55:12 GMT -5
blueberry muffin buttered with a cup of joe sunday closes sweetly
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