Guest guest Posted July 17, 2003 Report Share Posted July 17, 2003 Bill, here is the first of the banana tree poems. Either you or Toby can write the next one. Drinks will follow. Faning flames of dying ambers, shadows dancing on a wall. Why pretend shadows are real? Let night fall. Pet Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 18, 2003 Report Share Posted July 18, 2003 Faning flames of dying ambers,shadows dancing on a wall.Why pretend shadows are real?Let night fall. Seeping in the moonlit night a trembling trance remains... desire yet turning silent, deep within the nocturn brain. Pedsie2 [Pedsie2]Thursday, July 17, 2003 10:19 AMnisargadatta Subject: Under the banana treeBill, here is the first of the banana tree poems.Either you or Toby can write the next one.Drinks will follow.Faning flames of dying ambers,shadows dancing on a wall.Why pretend shadows are real?Let night fall.Pet **If you do not wish to receive individual emails, to change your subscription, sign in with your ID and go to Edit My Groups: /mygroups?edit=1Under the Message Delivery option, choose "No Email" for the Nisargadatta group and click on Save Changes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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