Closed are the gates
From behind a window
You wait
Another world
Mirror image
In tiny streams of rain
You wait
Know the future
A dreamscape
Endless expanding
Anticipate
Projection of ecstasy
Through the walls spiraling
Theatre on lips, on eyes
On face
Ian Smith
Mar 26, 2007
Mar 25, 2007
Mar 22, 2007
Feb 24, 2007
To Him That Was Crucified
My spirit to yours dear brother,
Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,
I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also,
That we labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,
We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies,
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,
We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,
We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side,
They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.
Walt Whitman
Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,
I do not sound your name, but I understand you,
I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also,
That we labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,
We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,
We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies,
Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,
We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,
We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side,
They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,
Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,
Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.
Walt Whitman
Feb 21, 2007
O regal, velvet night
O' er jewelled with a myriad sparkling jems
Take now these fierce forebodings from my sight
And in thy domed infinite
Absorb my fears amidst thy diadems
Stilled now the mind for rest
Awake within the deeper consciousness
Lo! From they upturned Comet's nest
Falls one bright star at thy behest
The star of peace - illuminated quietness
L.Hines
O' er jewelled with a myriad sparkling jems
Take now these fierce forebodings from my sight
And in thy domed infinite
Absorb my fears amidst thy diadems
Stilled now the mind for rest
Awake within the deeper consciousness
Lo! From they upturned Comet's nest
Falls one bright star at thy behest
The star of peace - illuminated quietness
L.Hines
Feb 20, 2007
Feb 17, 2007
In this realm of emerald light
Bizarre and brightly coloured fish
Around coral reefs glide and glimmer
Duality Designs
Bizarre and brightly coloured fish
Around coral reefs glide and glimmer
Duality Designs
Feb 16, 2007
Lament Of The Rohirrim
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the
horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright
hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red
fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall
corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a
wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the
hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead
wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?
horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright
hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red
fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall
corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a
wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the
hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead
wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?
The Two Towers
Feb 14, 2007
Feb 12, 2007
be the calm
Be silent as you walk, be the calm. Drown in the vast sky that covers all things and sink into any drop of water. There are no thoughts in this part of the woods only wonder, there is nothing but tranquility here. You will feel delight just knowing that your eyes are open, a rebirth of all senses. The sounds of the earth will become the music you like to hear, the chords that vibrate inside of you. The scent of the everlasting is in the air, fill your lungs with vitality. In this silence you will cease to exist, receive this blessing.
Feb 8, 2007
Jan 28, 2007
Jan 14, 2007
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