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29. april 2007, 21:38:37 Ändrat av Mort (29. april 2007, 21:39:44) William Wordsworth: Written in Early Spring I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, Their thoughts I cannot measure,— But the least motion which they made It seem'd a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What Man has made of Man? 28. september 2005, 02:21:05 Never worry about what they do,
even if it's a motely crew. Something always comes up, making the problem dry up. Swings and roundabouts, every action has a reaction.. things turnabout. Cool the way it works, bet on it, dead cert. 20. april 2005, 13:42:57 THE TRUE SUFI
What makes the Sufi? Purity of heart; Not the patched mantle and the lust perverse Of those vile earth-bound men who steal his name. He in all dregs discerns the essence pure: In hardship ease, in tribulation joy. The phantom sentries, who with batons drawn Guard Beauty's place-gate and curtained bower, Give way before him, unafraid he passes, And showing the King's arrow, enters in. By Rumi 17. april 2005, 23:38:11 Ämne: A message.... Ändrat av Mort (17. april 2005, 23:40:23) A message to you in pain,
Don't worry, it's not in vain. It's all getting you where you will be, Really your already there... see. So forget about all your quick fixes, Alchemy is no good unless you know the mixes, that will come if you listen quietly, A soft voice, no words but nicely, giving love that is without doubt, unconditional.. Isn't that worth a shout? Countless billions glowing out there, Thanks for the vision, I know you don't mind that I share :) 17. april 2005, 23:28:00 But not in the future is that moment,
The trembling is now, as I see the carrot, shown me at a time before, knock knock at heavens door. After now having faced the abyss, I am finding the answers that give me bliss. Not some pedestal high in the sky, but on rock, grounded, is that clouds? My oh My. Hello my brother, long time no see. 17. april 2005, 23:08:45 The end of time is what I mean,
no more that delusional dream. No more up and down going around, being in place knowing thy ground. No more endless unrelenting time, an eternity that more then fine. Shall I bring forth the end of the world, Is now ok, Mmmm what's it called? 17. april 2005, 21:31:30 Ämne: And I mean 'Gay in the old way...... Wanna know something that is extremely gay,
Something to celebrate each and every day. That you do live in the world of souls, Yes, even those that live like moles. Cos while some may act like the devil incarnate, They have a place.. even a name plate :) So why don't we all go there today, Open your eye and look that way. See the light both here and there, Hear the song that fills the air. All are singing in different voices, but listen to all in one voice rejoices. Btw, it's a season ticket :) 17. april 2005, 17:11:22 Why hope? When it is better to know,
Not doubting, but seeing the Glow. Knowing no matter what life my bring, Your gonna fly with one great grin. Brings a kinda duality knowing what is and what will be, Not just one at a time but both, together you see. The path and the end, The End. :) 17. april 2005, 11:46:58 Ändrat av Mort (17. april 2005, 13:24:13) Is it good to remain silent, to not say how you feel.
Supression you know, is a bum deal. It eats and builds in the quiet of your mind, one day it'll strike you, often from behind. So say what you feel regardless of whether people like it, You'll feel better, you'll feel relief, a hit :) It's good to be honest, Lying is just like one great big unexploded hornets nest. Tick tock, Tick tock. 13. april 2005, 03:10:48 I stand between the dark and the light,
for me this is not a fight. Just my sacrifice while I'm here, To know, to see, to make clear. I remember you know, I can even see a glow. But that's just normal for me, nothing special to see. Do you remember the code? What that can handle the load? lol It's a trick you see, but I can't tell thee. It wouldn't be fair to leave you stumbling in the air. Gotta love those wings, Yes.. Those things. 13. april 2005, 02:53:18 Ämne: shhhhhhhh Don't hurry, it's just a game.
Shhh don't run, I'll name the pain. Pay attention now. No, look here, That's it, I'll make it clear. Shhh don't run, I'll name the pain. No, don't panic, there is nothing to gain. Slow your heart down, listen. Are you comfortable in that position? Ahhhhh I gotcha now, You can wipe that sweat off your brow. But don't tell anyone, It's just part of the fun. Just listen to my voice, I'll take away the need for choice. Shhh don't run. I'll name the pain. 13. april 2005, 02:15:38 Ämne: Eating habits? The sleeper must awaken a message I was told,
From a book that in bold told me to beware of deceptions, traditions and an 'old man' To beware of those would take you, use you just for a scam to support their world, another human pillar to say 'good job (it's just their plan). They don't care, a fake smile they wear, As long as what they want they get, They'll say anything I won't bet. The old man gets his fix, but they'll look for other tricks. Munch, munch munch. |
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