Guest guest Posted July 1, 2007 Report Share Posted July 1, 2007 Silence This silence is deafening like the roar of Niagara Falls spilling into me. Trust Trust is a vagabond who walks into your Soul carries the weight of the world for you like the hunger in his eyes. Love Love is a wicked thief, a life-long sentence, accumulating its after-effects like storm clouds, rolling in, billowing its loftiest presence. Peace, Anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 1, 2007 Report Share Posted July 1, 2007 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Silence > > This silence is > deafening > like the roar > of Niagara Falls > spilling > into me. > > > Trust > > Trust is a vagabond > who walks into your Soul > carries > the weight of the world > for you like the hunger > in his eyes. > > > Love > > Love is a wicked thief, > a life-long sentence, > accumulating > its after-effects > like storm clouds, > rolling in, > billowing > its loftiest presence. > > > > Peace, > Anna Vipassana Today the heat/light was so heavy/mean/bright I had no mind to spare nor energy for anything but for NOW and for THIS HERE so it was just bite,swallow think,speak step,step and in this brain-stripping glare it struck me: Here is why all the words for it are indian Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 1, 2007 Report Share Posted July 1, 2007 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Silence > > This silence is > deafening > like the roar > of Niagara Falls > spilling > into me. > > > Trust > > Trust is a vagabond > who walks into your Soul > carries > the weight of the world > for you like the hunger > in his eyes. > > > Love > > Love is a wicked thief, > a life-long sentence, > accumulating > its after-effects > like storm clouds, > rolling in, > billowing > its loftiest presence. > > > > Peace, > Anna > Very demimonde, In a demigood way (i.e., 'authentic'): Seems like nothing Can pass as authentic Unless it articulates Ennui along with the oui, oui. But, personally, I'd call the poem, " 3 Viruses " (just kidding, " 3 Virtues " is good) Pace (as in, " who can keep up with Anna? " ) ) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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