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Anonymous
Er for trøtt til å si noe annet på engelsk enn...

Anonymous
Oh how I have been enjoying
seen a poem forever growing
watched it changing by the hour
saw the freedom in your power
over these lines
For whenever I'm returning
to Dakini living here
I read changes to her sphere:
she's transforming and eloping
still I sense her being near
between these lines
As I feel it when I answer
she's the music, I'm the dancer
and the walk I took just now,
with a fairy of the cloud
was on the path of beauty
GjenopprettetMedlem
Vakkert så jeg ville gråte!
Og ini meg begynte Buffy Saint Marie å synge:
"Love lift us up where we belong
where the eagles cry
on a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
far from the worlds we know
where the clear winds blow..."
Anonymous
for å gi
hva jeg aldri kunne gi før
leve jeg
min drøm
GjenopprettetMedlem
Overwhelmed by the presence of thy genius o man o woman of the stars!!!

Anonymous
Overwhelmed by the illuminating presence of the fullmoon
causing our blood to boil and pushing our sight into the land
of egofeasting vampires with razorsharp scimitars of violent release
ahh......................................................
........and into the void..........................................far.............................far.................
.........down.......................down.............don't fight it......................let your tears roll down your chin.......
...down.....down.....forever
silence
forever
..hello..
someone down here?
No?
no....
noone
nothing
yet I am
silent laughter
the crack of a smile and the BEATING OF A DRUM
THE RATTLING OF A THOUSAND RATTLES
DONGDONGDONGDONGDONGDONGDONGDONG
sikkesikkesikkesikkesikkesikkesikkesikkesikke
and sloowly gently we rise
rise rise
Rise Rise
RIse RIse
RISe RISe
RISE RISE into the presence of your TRUE SELF
SAT NAM

Sensis [Crawler]
Du siterer Rumi...jeg elsker ham...å se det sitatet gjør meg så glad. Jeg virvler rundt, en sema i min egen stue, og så...etterpå setter jeg meg ned og skriver fordi hodet er fullt av syn og innsyn...
Rumi skrev:
"mind does its fine-tuning hair-splitting,
but no craft or art begins
or can continue without a master
giving wisdom unto it".
...hav og bølge samme ville vann...
Mvh Ailo