Reincarnation~ |
A new moon teaches gradualness and deliberation and how one gives birth to oneself slowly. Patience with small details makes perfect a large work, like the entire universe.
What nine months of a... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 08:29:00 PST |
~My Heart~ |
...And so it is said this day, I have discovered that your heart attacked you. How could it do such a thing? Your heart and you are one. You are one. My gaurdian Angel, whose h... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 07:08:00 PST |
I am Lost...And my Wings are tired |
Silent noise and sufferless pain.
Violent tranquility.
... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 11:09:00 PST |
~You~ |
In your light I learn how to Love. In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Drumsound rises ... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 12:32:00 PST |
I am I said |
You have said what you are. I am what I am. Your actions in my head, my head here in my hands with something circling inside. I have no name for what circles so perfectly.
A secret t... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 12:05:00 PST |
Slaughter House Love |
In the slaughter house of Love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed.
Do not run away from this dying.
Whoever is not killed for love is dead meat.... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 11:54:00 PST |
There's Nothing Ahead |
Lovers think they are looking for oneanother, but there is only one search: wandering this is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.
On t... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 10:03:00 PST |
~For the Sun~ |
For the compassionate heart within the mind, the light within the body, for the sun Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 09:43:00 PST |
Where Everything is Music |
Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn't matter.
We have fallen inti the place where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes rise into the ... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 06:23:00 PST |
A Letter |
Someone who goes with half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him,
someone who wants no more, who's not himself longed for by anyone else,
He is a letter to everyone.&... Posted by `Libellule De VauDou~ on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 06:46:00 PST |