Like it! ... Writing opens: Like it! ...
Writing opens doors unseen,
Analogies hidden, what do they mean?
Stoked with gentleness sublime,
Release so many jewels of time,
Underneath unspoken words,
So many things go left unheard,
Life a mystery, within is a poet,
Dare to write so you can know it!!
Inspired by Poetic_Eyes
I like this. It was like: I like this. It was like taking a 'walk through' of creating a poem by reading a poem. As if walking through another's garden, plnting seeds to strat your own!
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Sounds Like Ghandi, Will Research: The best gift is the gift of self. I am sleep bound and will re-read this later several more times. Deep are those still waters. ~~A~~
This was really nice to read.: This was really nice to read. Everyone needs to feel a purpose. Not so strange to contemplate. Rather nice.
~peace~
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(O.o): I had picture books flipping in my head. Weird too, I'm reading "Ink" Which is an awesome book by the way, go get it, and in the corner there are little animation pictures. Very creative. I love your mind. <3
thanks: thanks nightlight. animation is really interesting to me and very challenging to write about and explore the possibilities of creativity with. hugs.
Yes...: You're absolutely right. People are going to make their own choices regardless. I don't see as so much of a means to peace, or expect any ourcome. At my age it gets to be about 'energy'---and where do I choose to put my energy into. Certainly not worrying about the choices others make for themselves.
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It does no good to feel for: It does no good to feel for others. This was written merely as a release. I have no wishes to do any of these things, misery is a means to peace.
That was good, Mardigan. I: That was good, Mardigan. I feel for children who have to grow up with such difficulties. I was not a perfect parent--none of us are
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Come hither my sweet: Come hither my sweet revenge,
Locked inside a means to your end,
I loathe the way you smile and coo,
You blubbering bunch of pathetic goo,
I want to feel your wretched bones,
Against the keeness of my jagged teeth,
To crush and taste the bitterness
Of your agony as you weep,
And scowl in my glorious hole of darkness,
As you bleed...
My hate for you runs through my veins,
I am the master of...
Oh, you sweet boy...your: Oh, you sweet boy...your thoughts on the page make my heart ache for more honesty in this world. 'Who am I?' the question all yogis ponder and can never answer...it is the question of question of those who meditate. Our earthly names and faces, our personalities, are but a way to designate a lifetime as small as a single speck of dust in comparison to this universe. Nicely done.
allets commented on: Tsunami by Anonymous 11 years 22 weeks ago
Spacial Displacement: "...there's an empty space behind me..." some lines just reach out and grab the aesthetic response...fine piece, exceptional image this ~~A~~
YES!! Exactly. And part of: YES!! Exactly. And part of allowing the unfolding of it, so it can present itself, is keeping your awareness ever present. Why meditation becomes a major tool for those who have reached that state of mind, as it places you in 'nothingness.
That's just cuz you haven't: That's just cuz you haven't realized that what you are is pure Love. Plain and simple. Embrace it, and let yourself shine. Liked the write Mardigan. :)
Indeed, I do not feel we can: Indeed, I do not feel we can grasp it from human intellectuality, can't grasp it all together even. The free will to me seems as if a choice as you can either go through much pain trying to understand God and the Universe, or you can stop trying to figure it out and let it present itself, and perhaps when it presents itself it will show you were never what you thought. Lovely input, thanks.
Thank you yet again! I'm back: Thank you yet again! I'm back from my vacation to Rome and got lots of ideas, I just need to pluck them from my mind and get it down now :)