in australia the aboriginal people discuss dreamtime as a powerful place where all of us go
in south dakota people come to the medicine man to discuss thier dreams
sometimes they can fit the pieces of peoples dreams together like a puzzle
it is not so puzzling to us
that experience a life of very unusual people , experiences and conversations
held on a regualr basis in the places we frequent in our dreams
when did people stop trusting thier intuition?
Why do this generation of druggies want to stay awake?
what is the deal, the avoiding of a deeper resolution.
I heard that our tribal connection, our extended family system will in fact serve us in this way to validate what has been so long hyper vigilant and turned towards some odd feeling of sucess
which looks more like conquer and divide than happiness and unity.
i love being a human
although i realize it presents itself as lower form of creation in this present day and age
i took my wolf for a present day doggie bath. I think she will like all that attention, having all her hairs brushed and flea dipped
i feel like a contradiction in a way
as she itches but has never been flea bitten or nasty
i just do this once a year
is my denial kicking in
i bet my wolf thinks that i smell funny
my roomate and I planted blueberry bushes yesterday
and i planted califlower and squash and tomatoes
the plants were already sprouted
and also sunflowers and wild flowers and marigolds and mint
dreamtime
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I have no shame for my passions. "Yes I too believe in The Human Use of Human Beings"i love being a human
although i realize it presents itself as lower form of creation in this present day and age
HypervigilantText. It is a hyper day world for me these days. there is a new world born with everychild
But I agree with Santayana, I would have no dignity if I did not see the beam in my own eye.
A guy thing?
http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... c&start=45"Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself. (George Santayana (1863-1952), US philosopher, poet. Spinoza's
Thanks for posting
I am pretty happy human these days
What ever days they are, I kind of hope it really is the da end times the rapture, maybe things would be better if those people just did disapeare. That sounds cold I know, but it is their religion, not mine.
sorry about the ramble about world peace
nice poem
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freedom
spiritual people inspire me
relious people frighten me
i am leaning in the native way
it suits my blood line
rambling is a good thing
relious people frighten me
i am leaning in the native way
it suits my blood line
rambling is a good thing
"marigolds and mint"
just a hint
of pleasant pleasures
a mind hit
a treasure for the senses
I love to follow the mind on it's journey
the flow of lines
here is to rambling
it makes a lovely stew
just a hint
of pleasant pleasures
a mind hit
a treasure for the senses
I love to follow the mind on it's journey
the flow of lines
here is to rambling
it makes a lovely stew
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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delivery
the scent of you followed me all the day long
i slept on your wetness
perspiration and sweetest kisses
that draw from me like blood
some strange desire to bond
what is so much better left unsaid
most of the time
but thru these images floating in my mind
i look at art, i listen to endless artists vocabulary
description after description
i am sort of caught between two worlds
and i feel the inscription on my heart
calling you
cells are binding
freedom tells us it s story
of where we had been
what we cannot throw away
what cannot begin
what if we could bring it into the light
all the things that once sought to shame and destroy us
became part of what
we could share
i think that maybe i am too idealistic
i want to remember what it feels like to love
watching the flowers grow
petting my cats in the morning
grabbing the wolf fur
in my hands
touching your face
looking into your eyes
you sooth my soul
he says
i do not want to grow old alone
he says
i am touched
and a bit daft as well
i slept on your wetness
perspiration and sweetest kisses
that draw from me like blood
some strange desire to bond
what is so much better left unsaid
most of the time
but thru these images floating in my mind
i look at art, i listen to endless artists vocabulary
description after description
i am sort of caught between two worlds
and i feel the inscription on my heart
calling you
cells are binding
freedom tells us it s story
of where we had been
what we cannot throw away
what cannot begin
what if we could bring it into the light
all the things that once sought to shame and destroy us
became part of what
we could share
i think that maybe i am too idealistic
i want to remember what it feels like to love
watching the flowers grow
petting my cats in the morning
grabbing the wolf fur
in my hands
touching your face
looking into your eyes
you sooth my soul
he says
i do not want to grow old alone
he says
i am touched
and a bit daft as well
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