Guest guest Posted January 8, 2006 Report Share Posted January 8, 2006 My Tree House Perhaps I shall build myself a tree house And live amoung the cloud people Live in a cloud house Wear cloud clothes And gossip about cloud things. Or find a grotto near a waterfall Where I can perch unknown Upon a rock, In a crack Alone I hear the winds that howls, while the sea Crashes against my obstinate self, Crushing my resistence To know myself, Embracing the wind, Crying in my lonliness. This pale moonlight, Wraps itself around me, It's naked white warmth Sings softly as it caresses My cold and lifeless self. The circumstance of time With its abundance of minutes and hours, Do not touch me, As I float into the infinite moment, Resting in nothingness, Yellow and red flowers Glitter in the morning sunshine. These words are writing me, haunting my skin.... Squeezing out the shallow noises, The sounds of silence, Penetrating to my heart. My love, I cannot reach you, Om Namah Shivaya, I rest in your breath, Silence wraps around me, As I melt into your Life. Peace, Larry In a message dated 1/8/2006 4:47:44 AM Pacific Standard Time, nli10u writes: > > Perhaps I shall build myself a tree house > And live amoung the cloud people > Unknown to the ground, > To the calling of the earth > > Or find a grotto near a waterfall > And plant myself > A lichen colony upon mossy rocks, > A Hindu theme park > > I hear there are winds that howl while the sea > Crashes against the White Cliffs of Dover > We were Lovers once, > Embraced the wounds of our tongues, our silence > > What shall I do with sheet music > 'Ere I fall > Beneath this pale moonlight, > Captured in song, raptured in melody > > An abbreviation in the circumstance of time > When wild horses were free and colours > Melted in the warming yellow sun, > While a cactus flower prays to the rain, to the scorpion > > As these words are writing me, haunting my skin.... > > Chanting > > > > Om Namah Shivaya, > Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 9, 2006 Report Share Posted January 9, 2006 STOP IMAGINING, LARRY! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!! " Silver " Nisargadatta , epston@a... wrote: > > My Tree House > > Perhaps I shall build myself a tree house > And live amoung the cloud people > Live in a cloud house > Wear cloud clothes > And gossip about cloud things. > > Or find a grotto near a waterfall > Where I can perch unknown > Upon a rock, > In a crack > Alone > > I hear the winds that howls, while the sea > Crashes against my obstinate self, > Crushing my resistence > To know myself, > Embracing the wind, > Crying in my lonliness. > > This pale moonlight, > Wraps itself around me, > It's naked white warmth > Sings softly as it caresses > My cold and lifeless self. > > The circumstance of time > With its abundance of minutes and hours, > Do not touch me, > As I float into the infinite moment, > Resting in nothingness, > Yellow and red flowers > Glitter in the morning sunshine. > > These words are writing me, haunting my skin.... > Squeezing out the shallow noises, > The sounds of silence, > Penetrating to my heart. > My love, I cannot reach you, > > Om Namah Shivaya, > I rest in your breath, > Silence wraps around me, > As I melt into your Life. > > Peace, > > Larry > > In a message dated 1/8/2006 4:47:44 AM Pacific Standard Time, nli10u@c... > writes: > > > > > Perhaps I shall build myself a tree house > > And live amoung the cloud people > > Unknown to the ground, > > To the calling of the earth > > > > Or find a grotto near a waterfall > > And plant myself > > A lichen colony upon mossy rocks, > > A Hindu theme park > > > > I hear there are winds that howl while the sea > > Crashes against the White Cliffs of Dover > > We were Lovers once, > > Embraced the wounds of our tongues, our silence > > > > What shall I do with sheet music > > 'Ere I fall > > Beneath this pale moonlight, > > Captured in song, raptured in melody > > > > An abbreviation in the circumstance of time > > When wild horses were free and colours > > Melted in the warming yellow sun, > > While a cactus flower prays to the rain, to the scorpion > > > > As these words are writing me, haunting my skin.... > > > > Chanting > > > > > > > > Om Namah Shivaya, > > Ana > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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