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Post by laughter on Mar 15, 2016 9:37:32 GMT -5
the monk sweeps my mind is so troubled the monk sweeps my heart is so troubled the monk sweeps 'sweep the mind' comes to mind the monk sweeps 'sweep the heart' comes to mind the monk sweeps I sweep 'sweep the mind' comes to heart the monk sweeps, I sweep 'sweep the heart' comes to heart the monk sweeps, I sweep wake to sweep here, now shed no tear for yesterday a clean heart pounding |
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Post by silver on Mar 16, 2016 14:56:45 GMT -5
*I awoke this morning, early;
And the mist hugged the rooftops
like grandma's favourite shawl;
I don't know if I slept or not
I know my pillow's wet.
You were my breath, my all.
From room to room, I wander
Listless, seeking a distraction,
an escape...
Out of the corner of my eye
I see you sitting there,
A fleeting shadow, but a transient shape...
Each day is filled with needs and wants,
The food to buy,
And other things to do,
But none of it has any meaning
any point, If I cannot do it
with you.
The passing time does nothing
to relieve the grief I feel;
I cannot smile, no matter how I try.
The gulls are wheeling now
above the barren trees, the wind is strong;
Tell me again: Why did you die?
by someone from another forum
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Post by glimmer on Mar 22, 2016 2:19:51 GMT -5
a drop of rain
another drop
and another
all are water
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Mar 22, 2016 2:24:13 GMT -5
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Post by glimmer on Mar 22, 2016 2:24:13 GMT -5
That last post is a reframe of the ocean analogy .. I often find rain another simple way to look at it.
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Post by zin on Mar 22, 2016 2:26:47 GMT -5
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Post by zin on Mar 22, 2016 2:36:23 GMT -5
a drop of rain another drop and another all are water a breath another breath and another all are air (yea horrible!) |
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Mar 22, 2016 2:41:45 GMT -5
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Post by glimmer on Mar 22, 2016 2:41:45 GMT -5
a drop of rain another drop and another all are water a breath another breath and another all are air (yea horrible!) |
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Mar 22, 2016 2:44:07 GMT -5
Post by zin on Mar 22, 2016 2:44:07 GMT -5
a breath another breath and another all are air (yea horrible!) |
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Mar 22, 2016 5:55:05 GMT -5
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Post by laughter on Mar 22, 2016 5:55:05 GMT -5
a drop of rain another drop and another all are water a breath another breath and another all are air And with this breath I might laugh I might scoff I could hold it or spend it on a solution to an equation But as long as I have a next one I'll keep flyin' And I'll be sure to let you know if I ever find the end of the sky. |
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Mar 22, 2016 13:11:10 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on Mar 22, 2016 13:11:10 GMT -5
I hear ya silver and I love ya girl ...
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Post by zin on Mar 22, 2016 16:11:19 GMT -5
a breath another breath and another all are air And with this breath I might laugh I might scoff I could hold it or spend it on a solution to an equation But as long as I have a next one I'll keep flyin' And I'll be sure to let you know if I ever find the end of the sky. OK! : )  (it says: 'a circumhorizontal arc') |
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Mar 22, 2016 16:39:32 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Mar 22, 2016 16:39:32 GMT -5
And with this breath I might laugh I might scoff I could hold it or spend it on a solution to an equation But as long as I have a next one I'll keep flyin' And I'll be sure to let you know if I ever find the end of the sky. OK! : ) (it says: 'a circumhorizontal arc') |
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Post by maxdprophet on Mar 25, 2016 9:53:09 GMT -5
Mary, smoking a cigarette on Cloud 9
Good fooking Friday...
My only son whipped and nailed to a post
Call it Pious or Holy or whatever,
But Good? That is so not-even-wrong.
How about BAD! That’s more like it.
The worst day of my life.
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Post by zin on Mar 25, 2016 17:31:38 GMT -5
Writing to me is like eating food. Do I eat dinner or feel good? I want to feel good!! I like to feel that energy in your nervous system when something is loosened fear gone away. I suck at connecting to people. I really do. I don't read anything. I don't understand anything. I am self centered to the extent that even my confessions are self centered. Hey but holy Saturday is but a day away. I like to laugh under the breeze of the cool palms. St. Israel must be nice this time of year. All warm and the lord sitting on a donkey. Rumi tying up his camel. Mohammed on a mountain. I want to party with these dudes.
fear gone away.
Can you feel that from afar? That sometimes happens to me but I never know, whose fear got loosened.. I just feel so sometimes. I suck at connecting to people - even my confessions are self centered.
Same here! Recently on a poem (of g) I wrote little comments, much later I noticed that it could be read like criticisms of the lines but I was writing about myself there! (so edited it a bit). the lord sitting on a donkey Rumi tying up his camel Mohammed on a mountain
I want to party with these dudes.
Nice scene . |
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Mar 29, 2016 0:11:13 GMT -5
Post by rathnavelpandi on Mar 29, 2016 0:11:13 GMT -5
Nice lines. I don't have the talent to write like this but love to enjoy good stuffs. Thanks for sharing.
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