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62407, Let me explain something; (a letter to Breathe) Posted by WILDOUT, Fri Dec-08-06 01:36 PM
The time that passed betwixt the daze of days past atlast in Australia isles where I smiled contemplating Do not forget me, I did not forget you, and when I go I may not see you again I feel tibet calling I'm blowing on the wind, and the mountain is you is us all as that which cannot be given name, theres more truth in calling that you have dreamt of the forest, and our conversations there what i liked about you was words, which only try to grasp what we share no matter where you go, where friends that's that because I is I whoever you are and I come from the I the one standing tall and the wall in us all must fall we are here to share friendship with that whatever it may be and I had too many tears to speak to anyone but jesse and me but now I have made peace with my love and my self and me being single in societies eyes doesnt mean i want anyone else because i want that's love in where-ever it grows because the roots are there where-ever it shows whether subconcious or subliminal there is just one love bob marley was a prophet, or rather i should say the prophet lives among us, within us, everyday and you never take the time to get in touch when i am free and i bet it was the same for you in many ways so these days you have to see what i dont show many that love is love no matter who you're friends be and the message lives here with me and sets me free with the love that i feel flowing out from everything and this is pure joy without chemical influence but alice never was evil for eating that mushroom in wonderland the wonderous people wander around and around so let me explain something which is what ive wanted to do if you take the chance to see what ive thought through that which is alive and is stronger then the high but is the high and is the is and is the the and is the and and and returns and lives quite constantly follow me in the streetlight between the talk i am there with you i am on the walk what lives in me lives in you too so it doesnt matter if you reply but i just wanted to let you that im feeling fly and that means without sex or anything but learning i can feel the roots of the wings im earning and free i am though my love remains i once said i love you, when my passion aimed but strained from the physical my love is everlasting i enjoy conversating with people interested in grasping...
what i liked about you was words, which only try to grasp
but there is no you or me, do what you going do i called you many times, i guess the timings bad but you cannot deny the life of times we all have
and trust me its not the way you hold yourself that makes me see i live in and hear, the air speaks to me
Aedan
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62416, What's up with that food; (a letter to Toni) Posted by WILDOUT, Fri Dec-08-06 03:14 PM
Oh sensuous Earth do bequeath thee Earth-passion-time-and-thought give this to the walls and to the waterfalls sing this in the woods of the heart "I am" smoke and all this is between the mirror, which keeps 'me' from seeing wish for luck, pray for peace, swear by the truth of the house For It is flowers walking here and there And flowers are in the blooming garden of life but a traveller and friend to all in this home rooted in all of life yes, a bit of king a bit of queen a bit of the universe throne glory be to the many faces of it, for there is no idol for the one which is all Do not fear poison in this cup, do not approach now with malice but the little planet-plant between the flame and the chalice and love is due to this but "I" shall not do to it any thing what am "I" here to bring, waiting until its time to dive into the tree's roots again?? nonsense. "we" cannot be this. the canoe is the living body and the life is open tide. when sensuous is spoken do not disregard all of senses The colours seen are eaten. The sounds heard are eaten. The experience itself is oxygen to the spark of life.
and even saying it means no thing. there is not a thing at all to say.. but to recite the many names while it sky dives and falls... the seeds to be planted and the rest eating itself... when life moves to the next life and life makes it's soul even.. peaCe
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