Guest guest Posted April 5, 2006 Report Share Posted April 5, 2006 Today I sat, I couldn`t find myself anymore.... ........Head spinning..... Sat my back to the fire: ......Still spinning. I`ve gotten the habit of asking myself, at any moment : Hey you, how do you feel, right now ? Well I was starting to feel how bad I was. When I feel that bad, I don`t feel anymore. Too fast, too many words... Went upstairs w/ tea, Sat again my back to a huge pillow, Cat plopped on my belly, Sounding like a motorbike, His name is Pepito, He came back from France with me, Few months ago. He understands everything.. Sun is back and I go meet him in the garden, finally my all being is smiling, Pain is melting, sun is infiltering irresistibly, In the plants, and all around my bench. Flowers are shaking their little head Mocking my big head. Birds are spilling their joy. Later, I`ll go look for a whale, I`ll go find the white egret at east west ranch, Wash my eyes with the witness of her robe. I would die in a city! Voila, Patricia _________________________ Nouveau : téléphonez moins cher avec Messenger ! Découvez les tarifs exceptionnels pour appeler la France et l'international. Téléchargez sur http://fr.messenger. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 5, 2006 Report Share Posted April 5, 2006 Nisargadatta , OConnor Patricia <gdtige wrote: > > Today I sat, > I couldn`t find myself anymore.... > .......Head spinning..... > Sat my back to the fire: > .....Still spinning. > I`ve gotten the habit of asking myself, at any moment > : > Hey you, how do you feel, right now ? > Well I was starting to feel how bad I was. > When I feel that bad, > I don`t feel anymore. > Too fast, too many words... > Went upstairs w/ tea, > Sat again my back to a huge pillow, > Cat plopped on my belly, > Sounding like a motorbike, > His name is Pepito, > He came back from France with me, > Few months ago. > He understands everything.. > > Sun is back and I go meet him in the garden, > finally my all being is smiling, > Pain is melting, sun is infiltering irresistibly, > In the plants, and all around my bench. > Flowers are shaking their little head > Mocking my big head. > Birds are spilling their joy. > > Later, I`ll go look for a whale, > I`ll go find the white egret at east west ranch, > Wash my eyes with the witness of her robe. > > I would die in a city! > > Voila, > > Patricia an incredibly beautiful account again, the power of vulnerability > I`ll go find the white egret at east west ranch, > Wash my eyes with the witness of her robe. sumptuous Bill Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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