Who'll Have the Last Word?

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Who got her head stuck in an old bucket ....

[Uma]

She gave a loud cough
and it lifted off...

and her head looks now like a muppet!

[Gem]

I was cooped up in my room and didn't want the outside to come in, so the room slowly became smaller, then smaller again, and the smaller it bacame so too did the outside grow, and the larger it got, it became more and more daunting.

I know that the cocoon is like that of a catapillar and to emerge too soon will be death, but to see the diminishing space I dwell in could be an illusion crerated by my growth. Surely these dead walls are not really contracting and it's actually my expansion that makes this seem so.

Coccoon like walls, my safety and security, you can't contain my writhing agony and crack, crumble and burst, and I have exhausted myself completely and lay quietly spent and resigned. Then I had a dream.

~ Butterfly

"I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?" (Zhuangzi)

Am sure you know this one Gem - just seemed apt to include here. Hope you're O.K?......Liberated now?

[Gem]

Originally Posted by amy green

"I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?" (Zhuangzi)

Am sure you know this one Gem - just seemed apt to include here. Hope you're O.K?......Liberated now?

One day some years ago something rose like stuck tar right through my guts and it was hard to breath while that movement stirred and it was stirring thick cornflour and water where the faster the action the more stuck became the spoon but gently gently it would liquify it poured up and through me, and as it emptied from my mass a light shone upon me from above.

Originally Posted by Gem

One day some years ago something rose like stuck tar right through my guts and it was hard to breath while that movement stirred and it was stirring thick cornflour and water where the faster the action the more stuck became the spoon but gently gently it would liquify it poured up and through me, and as it emptied from my mass a light shone upon me from above.

Wonderful....

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Originally Posted by Gem

One day some years ago something rose like stuck tar right through my guts and it was hard to breath while that movement stirred and it was stirring thick cornflour and water where the faster the action the more stuck became the spoon but gently gently it would liquify it poured up and through me, and as it emptied from my mass a light shone upon me from above.

Yeah yeah ... nothing like a good purge lol ...

[Sapphirez]

oh no ya don't! <insert precarious smilie here>

[Kaere]

Bluh... early.