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Great Vagrants (working title)
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Great Vagrants (working title) |
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Jack Straw Member
since 2006-03-02
Posts 70 |
Today I sit under this grove so unique and bold I gather myself for an Eastern quest alas, in the west: Young Guatama as my guide I send my mind on a climb an articulated find I know they shall return in time Alas, the astral climb, is hard on the mind he just can’t seem to find my hidden shrine Gathering my wits getting up from my sit musing over, what time could be it? when I saw the sky: I knew just before nine. the heart of twilight June, midsummer’s evening the Sun drawing my eyes fixated, to the sky, feeling so alive and ever so wise my ears thought I could hear an aged asian voice appear distant and fragmented whispring in the wind Impermanent... all isss... Strive onnn… Awarenessss… clearing my head into the woods I went hearing people laugh in the distant greenery And on my walk I was Struck by a tree battling in the breeze I laughed in glee as the battle I see is over nobler causes than the ones on TV. continuing on, down the path I am led inside a lively forest so wet, palpable greens with thick soothing air for my lungs to breathe I began again to stare! until I was found by a flock of great vagrants seeming quite profound in their manner and character they spoke Words Worth more than I had ever dreamed and said they could find my hallowed shrine for me I chose to accompany that jocund company on my uncanny journeys through these misty trees “And thee that walkest with me Have ye found Thy secret key?” one of the Wills said to me my reply, “What do you mean?” smiles arose all around as we came to a ridge the other Will said “If only ye hath gazed on Westminster Bridge Behold yon silver moon Lucid and cool Empowering and full Solemn thoughts do stir? And the mightiest of trees Breathing the air That you conceive from what they don't need.” I nodded pensively "So thine prelude begins" their retort was to vanish leaving me lost and feeling slightly.. Romantic? taking to a nearby tree already home to a Skylark not wanting him to leave should I embark? he turned to me and our eyes did meet looking down at my feet I saw animals gather and greet to listen to the tune the lark would soon sing and to finally swoon O, the night’s ending looking up at the Heavens above thinking of the vagrants when I found the key inside my head and slept ‘til dawn to roam again! [This message has been edited by Jack Straw (05-18-2006 11:25 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
and to think, I thought that if I did sit and stare with great concentration at my belly button, the greatest mystery of the universe might unravel itself right before my very eyes I really enjoyed tree climbing with you, it's been a most delightful adventure, Words Worth listening to |
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Jack Straw Member
since 2006-03-02
Posts 70 |
thank thee midnite sun have ye found thy peace in life? like the enlightened ones we simply have to learn to fly. =) thanks, after reading much of the Romantics I could not help but write this. |
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Jack Straw Member
since 2006-03-02
Posts 70 |
Today I sit under this grove so unique and bold I gather myself for an Eastern quest alas, in the west: Young Guatama as my guide I send my mind on a climb an articulated find I know they shall return in time Alas, the astral climb, is hard on the mind he just can’t seem to find my hidden shrine Gathering my wits My mind rendering: Pictures that coalesced Into an ancient being Inside my confused head An aged asian voice appeared Distant and fragmented whispering in the wind: Impermanent... all isss... Strive onnn… Awarenessss… Shaking off those ancestral greetings Yearning for the company of more worldly beings wondering the time: but, when I saw the sky I knew just before nine. the heart of twilight June, midsummer’s evening the Sun drawing my eyes paralyzed, to the sky, feeling so alive while bursting to cry clearing my head into the woods I went hearing sprites laugh in the distant greenery continuing on, down the path I am led inside a lively forest so wet, palpable greens with thick soothing air for my lungs to breathe I began again to stare! until I was found by a flock of great vagrants seeming quite profound in their manner and character they spoke Words Worth more than I had ever dreamed and said they could find my hallowed shrine for me I chose to accompany that jocund company on my uncanny journeys through these misty trees “And thee that walkest with me Have ye found Thy secret key?” one of the Wills said to me my reply, “What do you mean?” smiles arose all around as we came to a ridge the other Will said “If only ye hath gazed on Westminster Bridge Behold yon silver moon Lucid and cool Empowering and full Solemn thoughts do stir? And the mightiest of trees Breathing the air That you conceive from what they don't need.” I nodded pensively "So thine prelude begins" their retort was to vanish leaving me lost and feeling slightly.. Romantic? taking to a nearby tree already home to a Skylark not wanting him to leave should I embark? he turned to me and our eyes did meet looking down at my feet I saw animals gather and greet to listen to the tune the lark would soon sing and to finally swoon O, the night’s ending looking up at the Heavens above thinking of the vagrants when I found the key inside my head and slept ‘til dawn to roam again! revised 5/21/06 - still not done but getting there. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I awoke to the sounds of thunder crashing asunder the daytime skies, lightning striking, opening my eyes in time to realize the unfolding of sacred lotus thoughts last forever if one lets thoughts be as they must be, free to fly my eyes seek more from the musing pen of thee |
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Jack Straw Member
since 2006-03-02
Posts 70 |
retitled Quest for Content and revised with the help of a friend In repose, under a grove, Taking note of the ethereal qualities The nearby forest secreted lavishly Sending my mind, on a climb, to the loftiest peak. Enlightenment I'll find listening to the breeze. Alas, the Astral climb belabors my mind. I just can’t find, my hidden shrine My thoughts; now descending from the mystic mountains of heavenly planes. My body; now waiting for its mind to return again. Rendering pictures coalescing into an ancient being. Inside my confused head, an aged asian voice echoed, distant and fragmented: whispering in the wind: Impermanent... all isss... Strive onnn… Awarenessss… Not quite comprehending his ancient message But feeling closer in my quest; I shook off those ancestral greetings, yearning for the company of grounded beings Wondering the time: knowing, when I saw the sky, just before nine, the heart of twilight June, midsummer's eve, the Sun drawing my eyes, paralyzed, to the sky, feeling so alive while bursting to cry. Clearing my head, I ventured into the woods. Sprites laugh in distant greenery. Palpable greens, with thick soothing air, for my lungs to breathe. Again, I began to stare, until I was found by a flock of great vagrants quite profound in their manner and character. They spoke words worth more than I had ever dreamed and said they could find a hallowed shrine for me. I chose to accompany that jocund company on my uncanny journeys through these misty trees. "Thou that walkest this forgotten forest with me tonight. Are ye in search of something divine?" queried one Will to me, my reply, "What do you mean?" Smiles beamed all around when we came to a ridge the other Will said "If only ye hath gazed on Westminster Bridge. Behold yon silver moon, lucid and cool, empowering and full. Solemn thoughts do stir?" I nodded pensively. "So thine prelude begins." Their retort was to vanish leaving me lost and feeling slightly.. Romantic? Taking pause by a tree, already home to a Skylark. Not wanting him to leave. Should I embark? He turned to me and our eyes did meet Gazing down at my feet, I saw creatures gather and greet to hark to the tune the lark would soon sing and to finally swoon, 'O, the night's ending.' Looking up at the Heavens above thinking of those worthy words when I found the shrine inside my head and slept 'til dawn to roam again! |
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