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Post by runstill on Mar 30, 2014 13:22:51 GMT -5
Every instant is an opportunity. Who we are rests irrevocably deep within and is splashed large and loud and colorfully all about us. Every moment is a chance to forget that. Every instant is an offer to know it. How could this ever end? What is this “losing it” they’re babbling on about? … ah, but the sweet peace of knowing dulls the point of awareness and the laughing thief reclining with his feet on my coffee table went unnoticed as he slipped back in. Every second is an invitation to maintain that awareness. Every moment is the gift of grace which begs our acceptance. Every instant is an opportunity. The truth that there is no I is balanced in the paradox by the truth that there is a you and in those precious instants when the windows on the soul are open to me all speculation ends even as I witness what is within by gazing steadily without. Every instant is an opportunity, even those instants when your eyes are closed to me. Every tick of the clock is the sound of a temple bell. Every noon whistle a caress of the ears, a reminder that the devil will have his due. Every cry of the cuckoo is an opportunity to smile at the devil and to see him evaporate in the parlor trick of his smoky vanishing act. Every minute is a chance to reclaim the stolen now from the thief. In every hour of every day the promise of victory by surrender is not only a promise, it is all that there is, ever will be and ever was. Every instant is an opportunity. Take my love thief, its all that you can ever steal from me. Every instant is an opportunity. I was never a poetry type , say what you mean and mean what you say don't p*ussy foot around so I know what your trying to convey. Since coming to the forum I've slowly acquired an apperception for some of the poetry being posted, some how I missed this one by laughter , it speaks clearly to what words alone can not do in the same way..
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Post by laughter on Mar 30, 2014 16:47:56 GMT -5
thanks for the kind words RS
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Post by charliegee on May 17, 2014 20:07:18 GMT -5
here
it would seem, to some, that we have come to the wrong place but how can we come to the wrong place if there is no right one?
every conclusion begets another every truth signals us to go further there is no end in sight, the road is it just is . .
there is an enormous peace in having nowhere to go that's when the trouble starts though we can't imagine having nothing to do
nothing to strive toward and yet, if we relax into that knowledge, we are home, we were always home we were always here . . just here . .
charlie giardino 5/17/14
image by Marta Owlaska
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May 18, 2014 19:12:15 GMT -5
Post by charliegee on May 18, 2014 19:12:15 GMT -5
early afternoon practice
I sit and I wait for my teacher she arrives, scans the room and asks brusquely 'what's for lunch?'
'peanut butter & jelly on pumpernickel' 'that'll do', she replies
blowing a tuft of hair out of her eyes she gives half a smile chewing mindfully
charlie giardino /18/14
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Post by glimmer on Jun 18, 2014 3:02:15 GMT -5
in the field of knowing did I come hence this way in some long ago unknowing I do not quite know
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Post by charliegee on Jun 18, 2014 23:18:35 GMT -5
in the field of knowing did I come hence this way in some long ago unknowing I do not quite know
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Post by charliegee on Jun 18, 2014 23:20:08 GMT -5
I want you
I want you, I want you, I want you not for any particular reason but for a hundred, a thousand way too many to list .. ..
well, there's your smile crooked and lovely and your laugh especially the little hiccup when it goes into second gear
your sense of the absurd when everybody else are so serious when we talk about this or that and you show me things
things I should know you brighten my blind spots the obvious, the plain to see that somehow escapes me
the way you honor yourself by being chaste and pure the way you honor me by extension the way we roam through the park
and always end up together or when you act all badass then rush to care for an ailing turtle ..
that makes you who you are that leaves me no recourse but to love you .. honestly and truly
I want you I want you I want you
charlie giardino 6/19/14
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Post by charliegee on Jun 22, 2014 17:36:27 GMT -5
big old world
there are strong men and women seemingly impervious to the struggles of everyday life ~ you might say above it all Michael Stipe had it right 'Everybody Hurts'
everybody cries .. comes a night that gets you to thinking a song, a phone call silence from a loved one
silence can be golden but it can cut like a knife its possible that the other doesn't even know .. what we're thinking or why
sometimes our mind is overactive concocting scenarios that are false vain imaginings that turn this way and that ah, but sometimes the mind is right especially when its in tune with the heart
our Achilles he... heart can take anyone down can render you helpless hopeless in this big old world hopeless and lost ..
and so it goes and so it went way back when and right here, right now everybody hurts sometime
CG 6/22/14
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Post by charliegee on Jun 23, 2014 1:47:15 GMT -5
when there was light
we could talk for hours we'd laugh and joke never counting the minutes until things changed
subtle at first but becoming more overt the clues were everywhere disguised as silence
its my fault really projecting my mind over yours I totally understand silly of me to think otherwise
the moments tick now slow and swollen I think back to a time that has long passed
I just didn't see it until I was forced to still I remember think back to simpler times
when there was light
charlie giardino 6/23/14
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 2:47:06 GMT -5
when there was light we could talk for hours we'd laugh and joke never counting the minutes until things changed subtle at first but becoming more overt the clues were everywhere disguised as silence its my fault really projecting my mind over yours I totally understand silly of me to think otherwise the moments tick now slow and swollen I think back to a time that has long passed I just didn't see it until I was forced to still I remember think back to simpler times when there was light charlie giardino 6/23/14 good spotting Charles. As we descend, its like a cone we enter slipping away from the light of our shared sun, as we go inwards. The trick is to take the light with us Knowing oneself as light is the answer, thus the inspiration and wisdom runs freely and the cone is no more.
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Post by charliegee on Jun 24, 2014 12:43:07 GMT -5
eyes to see
we question ourselves better we should question our teachers who had it all wrong oh, they were good at practical matters
like spelling your name or the right change from a dollar but when it came to affairs of the heart things of the spirit, they failed miserably
these are things that can't be taught things we must come to on our own instead of listening to the abc, the 1-2-3 of it far better to go it alone with our guardians on hand
should we falter, should we fall what we learn, nay what they teach is fear, separation and jealousy we suckle at the breast of envy
the teat of competition so its no wonder that we're anxious no wonder that we're scared separate and incomplete
better we should rail at our teaches who learned it from their teachers all the way back and all the way forward an enclosed and impenetrable circle
funny thing is the way out is the way in feel the pain of it all, the aloneness don't try to change it or make it better it is enough just to feel it for now
and soon enough, the veils will fall away there is no special knowledge gained but a lot of knowledge lost we come back to this, only this
and we smile as a gesture of love love without clinging love without motive and love without name
there is no other freedom
charlie giardino 6/23/14
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Post by charliegee on Jun 24, 2014 15:26:10 GMT -5
all that was left I got rid of envy all that was left was me I got rid of pride all that was left was me I got rid of disappointment all that was left was me I got rid of elation all that was left was me I got rid of desire all that was left was me I got rid of suffering all that was left was me I got rid of everything all that was left was me charlie giardino 6/24/14
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 22:53:06 GMT -5
love is for the living never with the dead, disband your fears and climb out of bed, to hell with the preachers to bed with their wives, the worst that can happen is that you may get hives.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 8:04:06 GMT -5
Anti-Matter (Erica Jong)
I am not interested in my body-- the part that stinks & rots & brings forth life, the part that the ground swallows, death giving birth to death-- all of life, considered from the body's point of view, is a downhill slide & all our small preservatives & griefs cannot reverse the trend.
All sensualists turn puritan at the end-- turning up lust's soil & finding bones beneath the rich volcanic dirt.
Some sleep in shrouds & some in coffins; some swear off procreation, others turn vegetarian, or worse: they live on air-- on sheer platonic meals of pure ideas; once gluttons of the flesh, they now become gourmets of the mind. How to resist that when the spacious earth swallows her children so insatiably, when all our space-age gods are grounded, & only the moan of pleasure or the rasp of pain can ever satisfy the body's appetite?
& yet my body, in its dubious wisdom, led to yours; & you may puzzle out this mystery in your turn. Choose mind, choose body, choose to wed the two; many have tried but few have done the deed.
Through you, perhaps, I may at last succeed.
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Post by charliegee on Sept 6, 2014 17:56:34 GMT -5
together
put your head on my shoulder long time since a head's been there or anywhere near ~ on the other pillow or on my weary mind .. ..
truth is I want to love again and don't know quite how never really did but I want to try
the tears build up in the pit of my stomach they want to rise but stay down deep, leaden
lay your lips on my forehead the sweetest of gestures let us clumsily dance and fall together ..
in a heap of love swept away on beauty let me hold you, please give me that singular honor
can you stay awhile? can we drive away the night?
together ....
charlie giardino 9/6/14
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