Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Oscillating waves of idea vibrate forth, from behind the known to realm of relativity, never revealing their source. Thought, rises to conscious birth, dons raiment of word, deeds, to fulfill intent of mind's enigmatic children. Surfacing, without sanction, pouncing, often unwanted, other times warm...

I thought this deserved a little more attention. I hope you don't mind. Just disregard if you do. Smile. Due to a case of extreme lockjaw, I cannot speak. ##We should all be so fortunate. The munis do not dissipate in idle words. I can only think. ##Tune in, not create. Thoughts, like radio or tv wa...

"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together." It is only when the high tide of ignorance subsides are all the islands revealed to be actually peninsulas of the one great mainland. The puppet master is both the puppet and hand. Nice write, Ann.

lenny

At the risk of incurring your hatred I must truthfully say I saw little to no merit in this, designed for shock only, piece. It's easy to write such stuff but were you forced to live in the situations and conditions that all those you profess hatred for have stood against, you would change your tune...

Thank you, Arcadia. May I ask where you got lost? Perhaps I can help.

Peace,

lenny

Thanks again, Ann. When one walks into a dark room the darkness vanishes instantly with the simple flick of the 'switch'. But there is no 'switch' that can banish light from a room and render it dark. Thanks for taking the time to read, lenny (I used to live in Kentucky - Casey County in the central...

A battle great now brews. Forces amass at mind's gate. Body moans, emotions rampage, mind darkens. Flame of will flickers feebly. Head seeks heart in marriage of darkness. Oh brave heart - resist! Wed not the emporer of delusion. Remain untouched, pure sister. Reject, thou, the crude advances of dar...

Be true to thyself...the rest then falls into place so naturally. Thanks for sharing.

lenny

Liquid emotions cease not their flow until their source is comprehended, transmuted or accepted. Remove yourself, swim to the bank and sit and watch it flow. Listen carefully to the gurgling message. It's always there in a world of duality. Always. Release is the flip side of the coin of imprisonmen...

Interesting read and style, Perdida. Familiars, ahh, they pass so quickly on this stage.

lenny

Beautiful Ann. I journey there often. The voiceless voice speaks with such crystal clarity. Most of us try to adjust the volume up in our efforts to 'hear' when the real trick is adjusting it down to hear that 'still soft voice within'.

Dive deep, the pearls really are there,

lenny

And the rose bud opens to the beautiful flower it has always been. The thorns were only for protection. Nice and thank you for sharing.

lenny

When deepest ignorance is exchanged for God fearing And God fearing is metamorphosed into reverential distance And reverential distance is usurped by loving nearness And loving nearness is transmuted to realized Oneness; When all duality succumbs to empyreal monism And raucous thought prostrates bef...

Due to a case of extreme lockjaw, I cannot speak. I can only think. ticker tape ad infinitum. conceptions mired in boggle. It always all turns to circles. ##'Happiness runs in a circular motion...happiness runs in a circle of friends (familiars, remembered or not)...ev'rybody is a part of ev'rythin...