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Sensis [Crawler]
I am living
in the land
of the dakini.
I remember
all the beauty
of her smile.
I smell her parfume
in my breath
I sense her soul
in my death.

How can she be
forever free,
mystery.

I am living
in the land
of the dakini,
with all these
memories
so young, so
old and fresh.
I feel her dancing
in my walk.
I hear her wisper
in my talk.

How can she be
forever free,
fantasy.

You too are living
in the land
of the dakini.
I do remember
the time we
met before.
I see the love
in your eyes,
and 1000 rainbows
in the skyes.

Love is free
for you and me.
So will it be

eternity.

Ailo
GjenopprettetMedlem
beautiful love,
spread their wings,
here in the land of the dakini,

here is everything free,
golden stars whisper
your name,
here in the land of the dakini,

I am in awe of the presence,
of each smell, sound and
every colored butterfly
that I see,

it´s beautiful to walk here,
and this is my true home,
where love is forever and
ever free,
GjenopprettetMedlem
ooooohh....and the joy,
that immense joy,
that is poured over every being here,

I hear laughter, I hear a smile,
oh that joy takes me right up
to the sky,

dear love, dear smile,
together we dance,
in joy until we die,
GjenopprettetMedlem
until we dive
into eternity
in the heart and soul
of the dakinis bowl
Anonymous
Er for trøtt til å si noe annet på engelsk enn... :respect:
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
Francis [Bot]
:eusa_clap: :wub:
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!!! :respect:
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 :)
Nutch/CVS [Bot]
Glem aldrig hende
du aldrig møtte, -
som kanske møter
dig efter døden.

Glem aldrig hende
som kanske ventet
paa at faa møte
dig hele livet

Glem aldig hende
som har din længsel.
Glem adrig hende
for den du elsker.

Glem aldrig hende,
for hun alene
er det du elsker
i den du elsker.

Gunner Reiss – Andersen
1896 – 1964
fra: til hjertene

Hilsen
Gåååja
GjenopprettetMedlem
:wub: :respect:
Anonymous
:eusa_clap: :eusa_dance: :eusa_clap:

Mitt hjerte drikker av livets vann!

:wub: :wub:
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
Anonymous
Ååh - det varmet! :wub: