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 cdnreader
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Msg: 26
Between WorldsPage 2 of 15    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15)
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A Poem Is...

A poem is like the ocean tides...
rushing into my mind
with the force of a 50-foot wave
that crashes through all other thoughts
with impunity.

A poem is like a calm pool...
ideas and emotions
raised from the depths of intimacy,
floating free to the surface.

A poem is like waves on a sandy beach....
interconnected words that swirl and twirl,
rise and fall with the seasons of the moon,
and collect in shallow depressions of the soul.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 27
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/20/2007 2:49:06 AM
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Now

There is nothing
There is nowhere
There is no time
But the "now"....

What has gone before....
has brought you to "now."
What is still to come
can't arrive without the "now."

This "now" will never happen again.

Go.
There's time.
It's still "now."

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 28
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/20/2007 6:06:00 AM
This is magnificent and adorable, Keith. Thanks for bringing it here.... I especially love these two stanzas....


'To Pooh-stick Bridge'
my young daughter then cried,
With a twirl of her hem
and wave of her wand.

Down the woods sun dappled path
alongside the chuckling stream--
Guided by the small hand
of the fairest fairy queen.


Pure magic. :) How old is your daughter?

* * * * *

When Is "Now"?

Does it matter
when is "now"?

What if there is
no linearity
no straight line
no beginning
and no end?

What if
every moment
is just that....
A moment in time.
One that never began
and never ended.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 29
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/20/2007 6:07:25 AM
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release me

release me from the bonds
that keep my feet stuck
my heart chained
my vision clouded

i want to fly...
sail beyond the perimeter
of what can be imagined

i want to surge past the horizon
and let the sea take me away...
i want to dance on the curve of the wind
and breathe in the future

do not hold me here
when it is freedom i desire

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 30
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/20/2007 6:10:53 AM
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Loving 1

What is it like to love someone?

Enveloped in a comfortable warmth
that speaks to your heart....
Swathed in magic and miracles....
and drenched in laughter....
An expansion of the heart
that cannot be contained.
It spills out in giggles and silliness
that make you blush
for the pure joy of being you.

Losing yourself in a moment
..........a day
....................a life.

* * * * *

Loving 2

Loving someone is like....
cotton candy on a summer's day
the wind in my hair as we ride the tilt-a-whirl
riding the ferris wheel to the heights of oblivion
screaming and laughing and knowing
we've really gotta do that
all over again....

* * * * *

Loving 3

Loving someone is like....
floating on gossamer wings
in a silken sea
eyes closed
weightless
dreaming

* * * * *

Loving 4

Loving someone is like....
Being surrounded
by all of the oxygen
available in the universe
and still finding yourself
breathless.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 31
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/21/2007 2:33:19 AM
Keith.... A happy belated birthday to Baby-boo....I'm glad you had a chance to spend time with her. My granddaughter is 4.... I haven't seen her in over a year, and at least another year will go by before I see her again. I hope I get back soon enough to have some fairy-princess days with her. Your poetry is very good. I think we all feel the same way about our own work....

Jules.... Lovely to see you here! I like books (you mighta guessed that....hehehe), and I love your analogy. Thanks, and welcome!

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Reaching

When I reach out to you,
my mind travels down distant paths...
faraway places and times
that exist only for us.

I follow you
through the mist...
into a forest deep.
Leather moccasins creep...
Pine needles carpet the trail in softness.
Branches of oak line my way with strength.
A wisp of breeze urges me forward.

I follow you
along a scattered shore,
your footsteps deeply ingrained
in the wet sand.
My bare feet trace
the watery impressions.
The cry of the gull leads me on.

I follow you
through meadows of gold....
wildflowers' beauty surrounds.
The scent of the heavens
fills me with the need for you.
The wind through the tall grass
sings me towards you.

And suddenly....
There you are.

A welcome warmth rushes over me.
Remembrance envelops....
I am inundated, trembling, breathless,
submerged in the ecstasy
of knowing you.

My spirit has longed for this....
Our reunion.

I am drawn.

Like water running downhill,
I flow towards you....
Fingers touch, souls converge
And there is no longer two...

I am immersed in you.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 32
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/21/2007 2:35:41 AM
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Desire

Fingertips
touching lips,
cradling hips.

Reaching hands,
woman's and man's,
yearning expands.

Souls on fire,
raptures conspire,
taking us higher.

Feverish eyes,
desires arise,
breathless cries.

In passion's heat,
our eyes meet.
We are complete.

A slow drift down
Love's surround
Essence unbound.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 33
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/21/2007 2:37:35 AM
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Destiny

What can we know of destiny?

Does thy destiny lie balanced
in the hands of the gods,
or within thy soul?

Choices presented....
options offered...
and they watch....
confer....nod sagely....
perhaps argue vehemently
over the necessary consequences
of our decisions and our intentions.

Or does destiny lie within the palm of thy hand?
Look carefully. What do you see?

A glittering microcosm of possibilities
within a universe made small.
Every person counts.
Every action counts.
Every word counts.

The difference that can be made
from the sweat of your brow,
from your advocacy for one who cannot (or dare not) speak,
from a sip of water to a thirsty man,
that gives him the strength
for one more hour's work
and one more hour's pay
with which to feed his family.

The galaxy represented in a
microscopic pearlescent bead.

Choose wisely.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 34
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/21/2007 9:10:34 AM
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We Are One

Forever one are we...
Truthfully.

Yet we are only as grains of sand
blown by the wind upon a distant shore....
Our spirits glittering and swirling
within a cosmic mist....
Breathtaking in our complexity
yet astonishingly simple.

Dancing and turning
in a quantum blackness,
separating and merging
in a blinding flash of white....
Deep chasms divide us,
yet we are eternally connected
in our utter sameness.

Singular,
yet wholly together.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 35
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/21/2007 9:15:26 AM
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Rest Now

I shall watch quietly as sleep takes you....
The troubles of today and yesterday
fall gently away, leaving nothing but....

Peace.

Slumber within the drifting magic.
Neither strength nor fragility
matters here.

In this land,
the smallest, unarmed, can stand toe to toe
and defeat the giant with his plundering bow.

In this land,
dragons and unicorns grant wishes divine,
and wise men and fools together will dine.

It is in this land,
that all thy answers are wrought.
Be at peace....for here lies freedom from thought.

Interweavings of dreams
Entangled in your sleepy brow...
There are no worries here.
Rest now.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 36
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/21/2007 9:16:41 AM
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blissful release

my heart is caught in a fist
of relentless desire and yearning
pry the fingers away
and let me breathe
my love will fly away
as butterflies in a hurricane
and leave me free

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 37
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/22/2007 3:36:24 AM
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Vacancy

He gave no acknowledgment
through comportment or expression
of the gathering of those who would judge him
this day.

What thoughts were hidden behind the placid facade
that revealed nothing of his inner torment?
What emotions simmered within,
invisible to concerned eyes,
displacing his self-respect...
unbalancing his self-knowledge...?

For too long, he refused the love offered,
stubbornly brushing it aside....
as though nothing more than an unnecessary intrusion.
For too long, he used the pain and grief
(seemingly endless quantities of pain and grief)
to raise up impenetrable barriers that kept everyone away.

No one noticed that the space inside the walls was growing smaller.
No one understood that he was weary and empty.

His life hadn't prepared him
for a vacant heart.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 38
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/23/2007 4:12:51 AM
Thanks, Rasputing, and welcome. You're right. Sometimes the between-place isn't much fun, but it also gives us the chance to evaluate our future choices. So sorry that you've experienced the loss of these people who meant so much to you.

I really love "Mable", Keith. The image of the flying clothespins made me laugh.... The poem is wonderfully warm, and yet poignantly sad. Beautifully written. Thank you.

* * * * *

tides

i sit at the shore
mesmerized by the tides
that rise and then subside

the water comes to me
filling the sand with pools
of reflected sunshine

then the world tilts
and the sea flows back to you,
leaving me empty

like the ocean,
i search for balance
within the endless motion...
the ebb and flow...
of life and love

the tides that rise
and then subside

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 39
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/23/2007 4:15:18 AM
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castles never last

castles never last

the water nudges the wall
eroding, disintegrating
little by little

breathe....release
breathe....release
breathe....release

every breath
erodes the foundation...
castles can't last
forever

the walls become sand again
swirling in tidewater pools
and then swept back to sea

only to be rebuilt
by another child
on the other side of the world

breathe....release
breathe....release
breathe

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 40
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/23/2007 4:16:26 AM
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timelessness

A gentle quietness...
The still glowing embers
bring remembrance.
Ancient pathways beckon.

Recline in the grass...
Embrace the moonlight...
Bask in sprinkled starshine
and allow the drift to begin.

Open your mind to the heavens...
Let your spirit bathe in the mists of time...
Let the joining begin
as it has so many times before.

Welcome the dream of tomorrow.
Let it fill you with hope
and anticipation.
Grasp the silver thread.
Follow it back to the past.
Acknowledge the connection.

Return to the present...
Reflect on the truth...
Rejoice in the moment...

Know that
all time is
now.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 41
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/24/2007 3:19:30 PM
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Keith! Now I'm stuck with visions of one-armed poets! LOL! Thank you for this....

Ahhh..... Truth ..... I am most delighted to see you here, Kind Sir. Welcome to my between-space. I have spent many an evening in the past months, playing with words and ideas over at Old Souls....I hope you will feel just as welcome here.... anytime, my friend. And thank you so much for "Essence."

* * * * *

Be

This between-space...
This breath between steps...
shall offer thee a window on what has gone before.

Look back.
Sweep thine eyes over the greenness of the valley,
the deep forest darkness that has sheltered thee,
the watery expanse that has carried thee here.
Cast your glance across the breadth of experience
that is you.

This between-space...
This warm and quiet embrace...
shall offer thee a vision of the future.

Look beyond and remember
what has not yet come to be.
Take me in your arms.
Spin me around the back of the moon.
Feel the tingling of stardust pass thee by
as we dance on a comet's trail,
skirting along the edge of quantum depths,
dipping and gliding through the shadows
of planets not yet born.
Take my hand...come with me beyond the universe...
back to where we have yet to begin.

But soft....
This between-space exists here for you...
All that you need is here.

Be here.
Be in this between-space....
Be.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 42
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/25/2007 3:00:18 AM
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Rain

And the rain falls.

Sullen heavy skies...
and a relentless flow
of rain.

Like teardrops
that carry no pain,
but cleanse, refresh, renew.

And the rain falls.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 43
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/25/2007 3:00:58 AM
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washed away

washed away
by waves that overpower
crashing louder
deeper, farther
beyond

sound explodes
reverberations echo

pulled past safety
water swirls around ankles and wrists
bonds of fluidity
grasp with rigidity
dragged into the
unknown

there is no respite
water surrounds

i drown

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 44
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/25/2007 3:02:01 AM
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silhouettes

the darkness of the universe
filters through the light

dimly lit shapes
(shadows still)
emerge
merge

become
the visual

create
the reality
that we view

nothing exists
without the light

the light exists not
without the darkness

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 45
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/25/2007 6:31:18 AM
^^^ This is fabulous, Keith. Your best yet, I think. I love the last stanza. Bravo!

* * * * *

fire

heat rises
invisible clouds
oppressive, angry yet

the forest lies
singed, burnt, smoking
ghostly trunks
brittle white

the forest now fragile
branches insubstantial
ashes drift,
settle

silence

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 46
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/26/2007 11:52:34 AM
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Awakening


I

She packed her heartache
into a battered leather valise with
scuffed-up edges and a broken lock,
and left.

Her past trailed out behind her
in long ribbons of barely acknowledged resentment
and unexpressed sorrow.

She surged into the unknown
with hardly a backward glance,
pushing her hair into place and adjusting her collar,
on the outside chance
that someone might notice
and give her a break.


II

She stood in line at the airport,
a pair of sunglasses with scratched lenses
dangling from her mouth,
while she absentmindedly checked her pockets,
wondering which one contained her passport.

The clerk glanced contemptuously at her small battered valise.
It wasn't sturdy enough to imprison the demons of her past,
and appeared far too humble to hold
the seeds of a new start.

She hefted the worn suitcase onto the conveyor belt,
then gathered up the incessant unending threads of guilt and unfulfilled obligations.
She impatiently stuffed the lot of them into her purse in a tangled mess.
"Snakes' honeymoon," she whispered,
not quite only to herself,
with a lopsided almost smile.

She narrowly dodged the barbed claws,
soaked overnight in sanctimonious retribution,
and said, "Anywhere. It doesn't matter."

The signature on the back of her credit card
was faded almost beyond recognition.


III

And she flew away on borrowed wings.

Every time she checked
(trying to be as unobtrusive as possible),
the ribbons of self-reproach had again become entangled,
tripping up her feet and twisting amongst her heartstrings.

Each time, she quickly snatched up the errant threads,
tore them from their new moorings,
and buried them under future details.

From her satchel, she retrieved a book
with an unadorned cover of soft brown leather
and a delicate ribbon of red silk to mark her page.
She reached into her pocket for the weighted fountain pen
that perfectly fit her grasp.

She opened to the first page
and began to write.

For a day and a night and yet another day
the words poured from her pen,
like drops of blood from her fingertips.


IV

She walked through the mysterious city,
carrying her preoccupations in a patchwork-quilted bag
tossed carelessly over her left shoulder.
She marvelled at the magnificence all around her,
but she no longer knew who she was.

Sometimes she crumbled
under the weight of the shattered voices
that continually cast out more lengths of entangling ribbons...
to ensnare her, to bind her, to drag her back
to a place that no longer existed.

And as she wandered the strange streets of her new life,
drifting aimlessly amongst the steel and glass towers of the daring,
she knelt to pick up pieces of her lost self.
Some were familiar and recognizable,
others exotic and extraordinary.

At the end of the day,
tucked into her tiny room,
surrounded by the seeds of her newness,
she puzzled over how it all went together.
And even when the light grew dim
and none of the pieces seemed to fit,
she continued to collect and save them,
sorting them carefully into boxes labelled,
"Strength"...."Confidence"...."Courage"

And she used the trailing ribbons
to tie the boxes shut.


V

She wrote about the boy who loved hard work....
who travelled far, long before he was grown,
and how he found his future
in a distant place.

She wrote about the man who loved her so....
about how he slipped away into the darkness one day,
leaving a swirl of sparkling stardust
that surrounds and protects her
still and always.

She wrote about the boy who lost himself
in a dense fog of fear and confusion,
about how his world became small,
about how his walls collapsed inward
with a mighty reverberating crash.

She wrote about the lessons learned....
lessons of grief and fragility and recovery,
lessons of compassion and understanding and justice,
lessons of humility and determination and resilience.

She wrote about the two who walked by her side.
And she wrote about the little girl
who shone a brightness
upon them all.

Her pen danced an intricate path....
singing out the stories of how she came to be here....now....
and when the voice of her pen fell silent,
she quietly marked her place with the red ribbon,
gathered up all the tangled threads
(....thousands of miles of them....)
and wrapped them tightly around the book.


VI

Once upon a time
she loved again.

He came to her in the night
with music and dreams....tenderness and devotion....
He dripped starshine into the palm of her hand.
He placed sparkling moonbeams in her hair.
He smiled at the colour of her laughter.
And as the darkly brilliant sky unfolded into morning,
he brought her overflowing armfuls of violets and daisies
that filled her with the scent of enchantment.

He guided her gently through the maze
and helped her to untangle the twisted ribbons.
She gave him words of love
and that was enough.

"Come," she whispered.

And one sultry and sensuous night,
on a quietly deserted stretch of sand,
they listened to the surf and swayed in the moonlight.
The barriers dissolved and melted
into the salt sea between
and the words came easy.

In the end,
the alternating crests and troughs of their passion
became too much to bear.
The ocean flowed again
into the emptiness between
and the waves overtook them.

Glittering streams of starshine connect them yet....
a quietly shimmering affection, freely offered,
that stretches across the darkly wide seas
between.


VII

From her satchel, she retrieves a new book.
She sets aside her sunglasses,
and brushes the palm of her hand
across the unadorned cover of soft brown leather,
pausing briefly at the bottom right-hand corner
to note the unassuming number "2"
etched there in gold foil.

She reaches into her pocket
for the weighted fountain pen that fits her grasp perfectly.

As she opens the book to the first page,
a flurry of butterflies escapes the confines of her gentle memories.
She smiles quietly and watches as they flutter away
in an iridescent joyfulness of multicoloured wings.

And, using the same delicate ribbon of red silk to mark her page,
she continues to write.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 47
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/27/2007 2:33:13 AM
Ravin, you are certainly most welcome here in the "between-space." Thank you for your gift of "Slipstreams." There's always a place for you here. :) (P.S. Regretfully unable to attend the festival. An ocean between.... I hope you have a marvellous time.)

Keith, thanks so much for your very kind words. I really enjoyed the reversing structure of Viktory Roll, the colourful images, and the SPEED of the first stanza.... Well done. I will come back and read this one often.

* * * * *

Here are a few more originally posted at Old Souls, my half of an exchange with Truthisee, one Thursday night... not so long ago .... :)


Within

Within
lie all the seeds of the future
mixed amongst the remnants of the past....

Yet if time is subjective and irrelevant,
then how does it all fit?

Perhaps there is no progression
no forward movement
no growth....

but only
being.

* * * * *

Being

Being
is the essence
of all.

We are one and the same,
joined yet separate.
We are here always
and never.

Knowledge is as close as our fingertips,
and as distant as the stars....
as vast as all the galaxies that have ever existed
(never existed)
yet abides forever and entirely complete...
in the petal of a rose,
the wisp of a breeze,
a child's giggle,
a grain of sand.

It is all there for you.
Reach out and ask.
It shall be yours.

Time
in all its manifestations
cannot erase
the experience of
being.

Being is all.

* * * * *

Oasis

Examining too closely
makes us blind to the larger truths
and immune to the beauty of the whole.

Shall we ever remember
the magic that has brought us
in reverence and humility
to this sacred place where we sit
amongst the confusion,
watching the world go by,
and wondering why.

It is a calmness within the storm
of man's inhumanity....
to his fellow man
to the planet
to the universe
....to himself....

It is an oasis.
Invite others to drink.
Share this space in spirit and in soul,
and you shall be renewed as well.

It is a place
to experience
hope.

* * * * *

Open

Open to all is the goal....
Open to learning,
Open to acceptance,
Open to knowledge,
Open to humanity,
Open to love
and life.

Yet in remaining open
we expose our soft underbelly
to those who would wish us harm.
For evil walks the earth in frightful disguise.

Brothers killing brothers.
The innocent perish,
and the evil care not.
All of humanity should weep
for such atrocities.

Hatred and despair are the rivers
that threaten to consume,
yet we must not allow these waters
to overtake us.

Neglect of soul and spirit.
The scourge of the modern world.
How shall we overcome?

Perseverance.

We are few in number,
but strong in desire,
and our message is powerful
beyond the imaginings
of all time.

Yet I wonder...
Will it be enough?

* * * * *

Sacrifice

I give myself up
to the power of
She who understands.

I find comfort and strength
where mine enemies seek it not....
amongst trees and meadows and
gently flowing streams....
amongst starshine and moonglow
and the wisdom of the universe....
and within the knowledge that old souls
(whoever they are and wherever they may be)
surround and protect me
with brotherhood and solidarity.

I sense the disappearance of our innocence
amongst the bombs and the destruction and the explosions and the hatred.
Yet we are safe within the oasis
that reminds me of lost loves
that are not lost at all.

How can they be lost,
when in truth they have been found?

They are ever-present....
in the flight of a thousand butterflies,
in the scent of the salt spray,
in the touch of a gentle breeze upon my skin,
in the forest shadows that I treasure,
in the paths that lead me forward.

This is from whence
my true self arises.
None can follow here
but truth.

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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 48
Almost
Posted: 7/27/2007 3:18:15 AM
{{{ salty }}}
Welcome to my between-space. I've been saving you a spot in the starlight. :)
 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 49
Space
Posted: 7/27/2007 3:36:30 AM
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saving space
in coloured jars...
neatly lined up on a shelf...
their beautiful emptiness
shining ruby, jade, gold, indigo, emerald...
glittering in the sunlight...
enough for all
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 cdnreader
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 50
Space
Posted: 7/27/2007 4:12:53 AM
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indeed
true joy grows
amongst the details
hidden within the nothingness...
understanding where to look
brings life
full circle
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