Guest guest Posted December 1, 2005 Report Share Posted December 1, 2005 It's as though my body knows not what to do with itself Vomit or give birth A sense of churning uneasiness, nausea will have its way with Me again as remnant mind vestiges like misshapen tree roots enter, Pull my tendencies to exact perfection out of a life I have not Yet lived or understood, so I remain barren or childless, beg The wrinkled swimmers of Lake Erie who dip in the freezing waters Just for the thrill of being cold to take my plight and return to me my Blue lips breathing a little symmetry in polarization of wrongs in life And who knew right... The world is upside down and I wave logic to the helmsman on this itinerant Ship of fools, like sundown in warm and calmer waters, I feel a tugging from my navel As you pull me out of myself again, before I got seasick with purpose and you dance With me in the romance of our souls blending in the ecstasy of white winters, White roses and the purity of form before thought. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 2, 2005 Report Share Posted December 2, 2005 Afternoon toils quietly on the hill as evening shades the way... Bill Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > > It's as though my body knows not what to do with itself > Vomit or give birth > A sense of churning uneasiness, nausea will have its way with > Me again as remnant mind vestiges like misshapen tree roots enter, > Pull my tendencies to exact perfection out of a life I have not > Yet lived or understood, so I remain barren or childless, beg > The wrinkled swimmers of Lake Erie who dip in the freezing waters > Just for the thrill of being cold to take my plight and return to me my > Blue lips breathing a little symmetry in polarization of wrongs in life > And who knew right... > > The world is upside down and I wave logic to the helmsman on this itinerant > Ship of fools, like sundown in warm and calmer waters, I feel a tugging from my navel > As you pull me out of myself again, before I got seasick with purpose and you dance > With me in the romance of our souls blending in the ecstasy of white winters, > White roses and the purity of form before thought. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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