Guest guest Posted April 17, 2004 Report Share Posted April 17, 2004 I enter mystical states and relate to what vibration I don't know then orate onto iron plates miracles of transmission radio rock and feel all good inside and special after the commandments harden concrete but then someone quotes say Rumi for example, who lived centuries ago, some lines of flame translated through walls of fire into my own filtered prismed tongue exactly precise iron-hammered meaning mirrors back over and over (yet again) polished reflecting lasers slicing through my palms like nails through Jesus hanging on wood as if I am some saint (which I am but I haven't yet accepted it) as you are also (with the same rejection issues) And between you and me stuck on this tree we haven't figured that out yet. Every poet is a thief (and I am Enron) And that guy that lived lived like forty-seven hundred years ago (or something) in a country as far away as the galaxy in 'Star Wars' who people still quote today; is only me tuning into the same radio station that transmits out Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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