hope |
Things are so amazingly complex beneath this surface we call reality-the real world, the day-to-day things we do to get by, stay sane and nourished, alive.How much of this "reality" constitutes the en...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 20:16:00 GMT |
MuziK MajiK |
Your music, a gateway to bliss,
I'm free for knowing it exists..
Take me to another state of being,
Another realm,
No need for thinking.
My body flows,
An instrument of universal soul.
...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 08:31:00 GMT |
another favorite poem |
Auguries of Innocence by William BlakeTo see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Pu...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 19:33:00 GMT |
Electric Universe |
_intriguing documentary_http://www.holoscience.com/
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 23:14:00 GMT |
Alone in a Crowd |
Sitting here alone again, For better not for worse-Surrounded by the static noise-The banter is homogenized.Faces, noises, smells and feet Shuffle wildly in harmony.Silence is the loudest noise-The de...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 00:08:00 GMT |
Mind Tricks |
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 23:20:00 GMT |
shift. |
run like a fishswim like a birdfly like a snakemend like a sworddream like a childwhere all things are wildshout like a mutecare not a hootlove like a slavewiggling in your gravetaste like a treehug a...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 16:17:00 GMT |
Wavering |
Wavering back and forth,
Between the here and now,
And all else that exists,
Hidden by the veil.
This veil hides all that lies beyond
The sound of chirping birds,
the imprints in the soil,
the...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 20:02:00 GMT |
Blissful reverie |
Wouldn't know to whom I'd turn if even I had the right question to ask.
Want to connect, commune, experience, create,
but here is the catch..
want it to last and last
and last and last.
Alas,
it must...
Posted by on Mon, 19 May 2008 11:54:00 GMT |
Majestic Twilight |
Majestic Twilight
Wish upon a star I might
Take me back to a day
Where all my cares float away
Darting through the tall grass
Open field, worries pass
Shirt stained, thick main
Flowing freely, elated,...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 19:10:00 GMT |
