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Mind Travel |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Finding a pocket in air, threading under the wind’s direction Promising new voice, leaning forward with elaborate ideas There is no hesitation, my dreams thinking with roving hands Between all mental activities… Amusing the impulses which flicker touching events Gravity accepts that self presentation…remaining firmly different Filled with deep extra sensory perceptions, light in weight Neither asking my name or caring, simply visiting now and then To what definition then, was the means of cultural production? I never liked reading cosmopolitan…or Hollywood’s fabrications Having equal access to a particular spirit You feel the presence, and hear the overwhelming silence Embracing all their accusations…expressing alternatives I think I’m getting better at listening. Voice-driven by a natural Theater, reading considerable volume of aesthetic homelessness Which, by the way, is my choice…. Stretching towards the capacity of imagination With the ability of feeding my own spirit, permitting correlative Diversity of others, determined to feel their right of passage Learning as we go…what amazing bravado’s! Making room for faith…and the life of mind….at the library Even with an animated presence….releasing internal designs Best meal in my entire life! Oh the identities of what they desire and formulas of many minds Another way and side of expression…nonetheless, attempting a move Of direction without being trendy or smug….we inherit immortality Every quest for knowledge finding their urgent need, quenched with Acceptance…as intellect stands by meaning, pronounced and fat So, I pick the atlas up out of my trunk, and closing both eyes, Point my finger to a town north…one of which I own a personal connection to… Haply submitting to poetic intuition...why…because I’d like very much To contribute something to the conversation. |
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Member Seraphic
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"Point my finger to a town north…one of which I own a personal connection to…" this line hit home with me...I love it! and always, I sit back and smile at how cool you write!  |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
Goodness, what an awesome write all the way through! Hugs right back to you also. Sauni:)The Only Time I See The Sun Is When I'm Within That Vanilla Breeze.The Only Time I'm One With The Sun Is When He Shelters Me From The Rain. L.S |
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