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19-04-2018, 01:24 AM
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Clouds.
The clouds I fostered
And nurtured in my
Cloud factory are ready to go home -
It is time for me to release them into
The sky
So that
they can dance...
And we can lay on the grass
And dream... some more.
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19-04-2018, 03:28 AM
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Master
Join Date: Apr 2017
Posts: 3,511
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There is a toothless hound dog
It has me above the knee
I want to kneel
Because it looks sick
To me...
It has one eye
And a missing leg
I feel it's pain...
And it is not amusing
To me...
Suffering is all the same
Like moths around the flame
Dancing
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20-04-2018, 01:02 AM
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I bleed from open wounds -
In that way I am the same as you.
My war efforts may
Fill me up with a sense of strength and pride -
My defeat has me sick
Inside.
I live and die and
Turn to dust
Each breath a survival instinct -
Which I must trust.
My cells they are revived with each inhale
Refreshed, relieved that my life has not gone stale.
My flight is taken in each second -
Death has a way in which life is beckoned
For I never know when I will fall
From the sky to be with my ALL
Tumble to my eternal resting place...
Turn inwards as I face
Each living breath - a concious memory
Lives through me in my waking dream...
Each breath aligns me to you -
Death may chase me down
Like a toothy hound
Ready for the pounce...
Who am I if I stop breathing?
I am the one who is aligned
With the eternal dreaming.
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20-04-2018, 02:07 AM
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Master
Join Date: Apr 2015
Location: In my cocoon.
Posts: 6,653
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Eternal dreams
Dreaming into being
In everyway this earthly life is seeing
Eyes that see it all, hearts that feel the fall
My dreams are mine, eternally so
Fostered and nurtured waiting for the flow
Where I am ready to let greater clouds pass
Where I am ready to dream my life as the creator asks
Don't let the beings of suffering drag you down
Into their clouds, the clouds of the toothless hound
In awareness of all life as life is right now
I am the dreamer who dreams my life vow
With awareness of life as it is nothing more
The dreamer in potential has so many doors
To explore this earthly realm, infinitely wide
Infinitely open to life without sufferings divide
What's this then?
Its life, it is you
It is the dog, the one seeing the dog
The one constantly undoing the view
Back to the dreamer
To decide the dream it wants to be
As the true eternal gatherer
Through a timeless soup we see..
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“God’s one and only voice are Silence.” ~ Herman Melville
Man has learned how to challenge both Nature and art to become the incitements to vice! His very cups he has delighted to engrave with libidinous subjects, and he takes pleasure in drinking from vessels of obscene form! Pliny the Elder
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20-04-2018, 08:21 AM
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The journey of a dream -
Can be tumultuous
Like waves caught in a storm
Through the dream I am caught,
Churned up and
Forever re - born.
I am the forlorn dreamer -
Old and torn by age
Yet with age I become more fearless
To tear away that which no longer serves
The greater vision of life and dreams
All as one - serving one ultimate reality.
I have nothing less to loose as a dreamer
In the dreamtime of my life -
And nothing else to gain but life -
Nothing can stop me
Not fear of death, not the pain of loss,
not the joy of success
What I lack -
I also have in
Excess.
The dreamer is like
An observer of the clouds...
Passive, yet bold and proud,
Active yet resigned to
The destiny of the sky -
Planning yet in flow -
Unknowing yet
Always in the know.
P.S. NFlow - I like your picture - looks like a nice tribe!
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20-04-2018, 12:22 PM
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Master
Join Date: Apr 2015
Location: In my cocoon.
Posts: 6,653
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Quote:
Originally Posted by emeraldheart
The journey of a dream -
Can be tumultuous
Like waves caught in a storm
Through the dream I am caught,
Churned up and
Forever re - born.
I am the forlorn dreamer -
Old and torn by age
Yet with age I become more fearless
To tear away that which no longer serves
The greater vision of life and dreams
All as one - serving one ultimate reality.
I have nothing less to loose as a dreamer
In the dreamtime of my life -
And nothing else to gain but life -
Nothing can stop me
Not fear of death, not the pain of loss,
not the joy of success
What I lack -
I also have in
Excess.
The dreamer is like
An observer of the clouds...
Passive, yet bold and proud,
Active yet resigned to
The destiny of the sky -
Planning yet in flow -
Unknowing yet
Always in the know.
P.S. NFlow - I like your picture - looks like a nice tribe!
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The unknown can baffle the dreamer
Longing to know
Planning and plotting wanting their flow
All the while life intervenes and says
Your focus and dream has more to be shared
Not just one thing, not two or three
But the depth and breadth of your dream space
As a life you live and face
So dreaming and dreamer are you as the dream
The stream ever present, where clouds no longer scream..
Ps..Thankyou, I am in there, with my sister and my nephews and sil. They are a great tribe, there is about sixty more family floating around that couldn't fit in the picture in that moment..haha
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“God’s one and only voice are Silence.” ~ Herman Melville
Man has learned how to challenge both Nature and art to become the incitements to vice! His very cups he has delighted to engrave with libidinous subjects, and he takes pleasure in drinking from vessels of obscene form! Pliny the Elder
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