| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/17/2009 9:36:33 AM | But, do not flaunt any inhialation of emptiness
pray tell a vessel to be empty before being filled?
Oh, to be empty is a great feeling indeed
no worries no cares
observation of the wind can be quite nice
dust devils dancing across the desert floor
like children playing tag
the beauty of it all is almost too much to take in.
Making me hope for tomorrow, so I can see it all again.
Oooops ... hi Domut ... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2009 3:42:23 AM | to combine within the whole we each desire to fill
yet if we stop the searching or trying to be empty
spirit will be felt naturally
within and without spirit is visible again
for we are never really separate 'cept in our imagination.....
if we could just remember to not fill our days completely
if we could remember to leave times to be.... quietly....
if we could remember to not listen to our mind all the time
then we can see even to breathe is so sublime....
then our deepest connections we can feel
our unity with all they say is the real deal
and when we can just be with our uncertainty
then life is filled with wonder joyfully
then life become a dance of mystery | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2009 11:02:23 AM | then life become a dance of mystery
making me hope for tomorrow,
so I can see it all again
strap on my tap shoes
and dance in the rain
a series of lessons
the cosmic plan
how it all comes down
on my shoulders again
born into this sphere
a natural man | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2009 12:03:42 PM | born into this space a natural man/woman
finding joy in natural surroundings
asking questions of everything I see
My love, is the wonder of it all
miracles happen everyday
with knowledge comes more fascination
exploring textures of tree bark for example
I've found the palm to be most exciting
How does it change into so many different textures?
This is what catches my attention.
I've been told I don't see people ...
Guess I tend to overlook them in real life.
I may have been fascinated by you if you were a tree.
((Thanks Bristo for blending ... and One ... love ya both ... )) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2009 12:45:44 PM | if you were a tree
I would fly
to your shelter
and take my chances
I would nest in
your leaves
and rest
in your branches
you'd be my home
in endless bad weather
a base for flight
when I roam
I'd preen my feathers
before too long
healed enough
to sing my song | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2009 2:27:13 PM | to sing my song
you'll need the tune
go down to the river
round about noon
feel the wind ruffle your hair
listen to the flow
empty your mind of all cares
the rhythm you know
a rockin beat comes from the heart
as the afternoon settles in
you notice the tappin feet start
while you listen to the wind
we all know there should be a bridge
letting us cross to the other side
it doesn't have to be high as the ridge
it could be part of a water slide
we take some time on a casual day
dream of things that we could say
if we meet in an old fashion play
so hesitant doubt we can slay | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/18/2009 7:11:27 PM | so hesitant doubt we can slay
if only we just had the balls
to act and all our fears allay
instead our call to action stalls
when it doesn't really matter
bravely into the fray we sail
we open our hearts and chatter
but if it really counts we fail
and when our hearts are on the line
we're intimidated by it
as if our tongues are tied with twine
we are struck dumb and are quiet
if we don't speak and miss our cue
how can we hope our love to woo | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 5:14:43 AM | if we don't speak and miss our cue
how can we hope our love to woo
Do we broadcast on the same frequency?
Would turning a knob bring in a clearer image of me, seeking you?
Can you see through the haze?
I need a clearer picture ... yet I have no new antenna!
I should have switched to cable ...  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 8:13:56 AM | I should have switched to cable ...
although no tv at all bring peace
in my heart & mind
static overload leaving me blind
loosely holding hands
building casltes in the sand
two for us to live & grow
simple pleasures are the best you know
Good morning, compadres[i/] | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 8:20:56 AM | simple pleasures are the best
you know nobody needs to be impressed
enjoying the now
somehow
we all should vow to be real
give fair deals
serve healthy meals
steal only if its a rule of the game
everyone else does the same
there is no shame
when all that remains
false gains
welcome strains
accidental sprains
rain for the pretty flowers to keep their heads high
feeding from the sun
now that's fun | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 8:37:53 AM | feeding from the sun
now that's fun
looking upwards to the sky
soaring eagles so gracefully fly
taking us with them
on eagle eye vision
raising our consciousness high
with eagle sense wisdom
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 8:56:27 AM | with eagle sense wisdom
if we could look all around
cast our eyes up
as well as on ground
If we could only swoop through air
how graceful would be our movement there
so glide and think upon this day
as you come across others along the way | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 9:04:22 AM | as you come across others along the way
in an arduous trek
don't gorget to stop and say
"Hello,how are you?"
and really mean it ,so don't you wreck
and did you mean to
be in the ditch"Give me your hand ,
I'll pull you out"
random acts of kindness
are what it's all about | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 10:49:02 AM | what it's all about
put on your armour and know why
dance and shout
skulk into a corner to sigh
its all inside and out
imagining in thought you can fly | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 11:10:21 AM | imagining in thought you can fly
never doubting or wondering why
you lift your arms and expect to sail
never thinking of that word fail
and so indeed you richly soar
never knowing your feet are poor
how fortunate you really are
thus may you reach those places far | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 11:27:15 AM | thus may you reach those places far
walking sacred peaks upon a star
exploring aspects of all that we are
the dark and the light
and all shades of grey
the day and the night
each essential part of the universal play
connecting us all through the air that we breath
connecting us all in a spiral of energy
travelling through each level and energetic band
from high above land
to the deepest depths of the ancient sea | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 3:46:55 PM | to the deepest depths of the ancient sea
warm emotions rush forward
Here I plead ... let me be a dreamer
Lost in hope
Stars of inspiration , love and romance will spill
willows will always weep
The wind of strength
courage never to lose its will !! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 3:47:36 PM | to the deepest depths of the ancient sea
warm emotions rush forward
Here I plead ... let me be a dreamer
Lost in hope
Stars of inspiration , love and romance will spill
willows will always weep
The wind of strength
courage never to lose its will !! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 8:54:11 PM | courage never to lose its will
slay that dragon on top of your hill
stand strong in the day at hand
live strong and free in your own land
dream the dream that drives your soul
let the inspiration with in you take hold
Allow yourself to free the chains that bind
Open yourself up and open your mind
Let the words and actions come into practice
Smell all the flowers and kiss the cactus
Drift of to places only you know
Let your love pour out and overflow
The winds of change may constantly blow your way
Stand strong in the battle no matter what others say
Follow your own tune, skip to your own beat
Learn that if you fall
You will always land on your feet | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/19/2009 9:31:10 PM | You will always land on your feet
Rest well so alligators don't get you in sleep
Raise your expectations a little more each day
Study each move throughly
Once again before making a play
Eyes to the sky, face to the sun
Prayers run deeply
Through hardships and fun | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 3:47:06 AM | through hardships and fun
life is a teacher of lessons
sometimes feeling like we're on the run
dreaming of a past or future heaven
wishing for the present to be a different one
but life is a teacher of lessons
through our multi-layered interaction
through getting to know men, women and children
through doing some things out of our comfort zones
through learning to express distress without angered tones
through seeing the blessing even in our frustration
through knowing we can survive better without ammunition
through realizing all we ever say, do or feel comes to fruition
through respecting every part of our earth education
through learning to know deeply the real united nation
through loving everyone and everything as a blessing in our evolution | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 4:19:51 AM | through loving everyone and everything as a blessing in our evolution
heal my mind, body, and soul
give me your hand
place it in mine
I need you to believe in me
Walk with me, talk with me
be a part of rediscovering me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 5:46:24 PM | Walk with me, talk with me,
Be a part of rediscovering me,
I should have gone in early morning,
While it was cool soon after dawning.
But I made Ratatouille instead,
When I was done the sun was high,
I'll walk in the evening I said,
With the day passing pleasantly by.
Now is the time I should get off my tailbone,
And go out to enjoy the late afternoon sun,
Not always but sometimes walking alone,
Seems lonely and no longer fun.
Procrastination has a good hold,
And it's hard to break free,
Once it has you I'm told,
Tomorrow, we'll see...
(Who would have thought Ratatouille could make you gain weight?) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/20/2009 6:12:30 PM | Tomorrow, we'll see...
if scars can heal because the tears have dried
if anything changed because we tried
if taking gains us anything
or if gain alone will serve
Tomorrow we'll see
if lies will serve, if their beleived
or were we not the ones deceived
if all the goodness we professed
when tested, was found true | |
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