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elisalie16 Member
since 2006-07-12
Posts 118new jersey |
I've been a thousand different people in each town I was someone else and it's hard to blend the scenes together to make one I wandered streets and got blocked in by cynderblocks I was always either too naive or too smart for my own good it flipped around between beds and pillows Nothing stayed the same for more than a few seconds, ever but it always felt like years. They're all separate lives of new faces and names with the same final number but different voices at the connection. It's a series of dreams and recollections that just don't add up quite right in the end and there's no recall button so it's impossible to fill in the parts that were missed or forgotten through black. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Anne, this is very good work, you are aware of the multiplicity of your self. I would say though that all the experiences have been perfect and make your life "right" just the way it is. You live now and all that really counts is that you live to the fullest now. Love, Margherita |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Hello, Anne. I am starting to sense the emerging philosophy here, and strongly agree with Margherita that developing your focus on the Now is paramount. I would also add the caveat that you not use the past as the past; rather use the present you that is distilled from that past. Metaphysical, I know, but that's the way I see it. I like your work very much. Namaste Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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