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danielsun1981 I grew up, and live my life on the tundra. doesn't that sound fun to the likes of ya? Bobsleds, igloos, snow dogs, and ice. These are a few things that I find nice. When the lights of the north play their dance of creation. My ancestors gather, and remember divination. Don't think it's imposable for me to use computers. Technology reaches even me, in this planet full of losers. Seeing distant places, warm people, and ideas of no worth. doesn't make me want to leave my life here in the far north. Family, fishing, and taking care of my dogs too. This is the message I have for all of you. At the close of day, when I watch the sun set in shades of indigo. I thank the Great Spirit that I am blessed, to be an Eskimo... | ||
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| Sun in my Eye in the soulariaum so here we are together now sharing sacred space how may we embrace the rays of grace beaming down on our faces and in our hearts? for we are never apart from love, though asleep we dream of heaven above where our spirits leap ever in safe keeping with the source of all of course the force of God shines pure and fine within us has always been us and we are grateful for our fateful choices all the pain, noise and confusion - for these same illusions have brought us here to the place where the soul rejoices so let us raise our voices in song knowing we belong here, in the universe each adding our unique line of verse to the grand slam poem we are writing our way home our words of light take flight navigating from the helm we roam the realms and lands of the insane... what have we to gain we dreamers, mystics, artists and fools filled with inspiration, we jewels of the cosmos? why, radiant creation! so inhale all the heavenly host and exhale, feel the holy ghost in divine exaltation, with elation breathe life on the kernel of truth fill the fountain of youth, and water your heart seed feed it and heed it til it sprouts into a star for we are eternal we will return again and again like the vernal equinox its a paradox of a balancing act an intricate, delicate, dance in fact a masquerade Ball so come one and all join in the revelation this is our joyous celebration strike up the music that lives inside whether masked or unveiled the true You cannot hide 11-30-08 liesl lee (phireflye) | ||
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Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in. Life is as subtle as the words you have heard substitute know for no its all in the word. You could slip through this life with your head up your past never realizing potential like a piece of driftglass. If your looking for answers start from within, the circle of life needs a point to begin. Sometimes you don't know that the house you live in is glass until the stone you throw comes boomeranging back. Maybe thats the actual reason you threw it. Something in you was yelling 'I want out'. The life you saved, as well as the glass you shattered was your own. Dont be afraid your life will end. Be afraid it will never begin. Sometimes you have to just jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down. real eyes ,realize, real lies -rawebutterflyeO'RyanCarcinusMikhael | ||
A Poem Dedicated to the Members of the Gold Ring Brothers and Sisters of the Light, We Gather Here in the Fifth Night, Sorrow Changed to Love, As We Receive our Gifts from Above. The Wonder of the New Energies and Times Our Now Grown Up Souls at Last Reunite. We Rekindle the Flame Within our Hearts, Getting Ready for the Divine Game to Start, Together We are One in Our Goal, to Uplift Each and Every Soul, the Love that is Felt Here Resonates Loud and Clear, You Brothers and Sisters are my Mirror, What a Work of Art. Tonight Our Lungs Breathe with Ease, We Feel the Golden Age blowing in the Breaze, We Grow and Create our Dreams Together, Our Love of the One Unites us Forever. Come with me on our Sacred Journey, The Long Windy River Opens to the Seas. by smithb32 | ||
Plastic Divinity God please, bless my friends and bless my family of light too. And there is only one more thing, I wish for you to do. I have a strange request; that I'm rather loath to tell, however, could you find the time to bless, my computer as well. Let me to tell you why, I ask this strange request, and when I do inform you, it will put your mind to rest. Among the molten plastic, of chips and odds and ends, inside this component, reside my loving friends. We have never really hugged, nor even shaken hands, Connected by this magic plastic we've cut the distant lands. They grew to be so close and also very dear, only this computer has brought them oh so near. When they come online they brighten up my days. They sprinkle all my sorrows with many golden rays. They are the reason for my gladness and the smile upon my face, with all the work I have to do, to keep me in the race. They pound my very being with the love they share and give. You really need to bless this thing for it takes me where they live It would only take a minute from your good deeds up above, To bless this molten Plastic, that's filled with so much love. Love life and light -Devi tearducter | ||
from here nature shows in the river's flow where to go in the river (s)he stays and divine are time and space y todo a media luz we are the truth in media luz there is only light in truth free from any abuse it still is MEDIA LUZ the eagle flies the painted star on its wings and the pyramids and diamonds coming out of the earth or so the moon becoming round her light flowing with waters of the river by night the light of sun flowing by day flowing and flowing and flowing from moment to moment to moment space and time differ in this every moment spontaneous laugh makes the light shine in any face and when the world disappears from the mind.... even the relevance of the very terms . dreams are born into universal life by the man and his wife y todo a MEDIA LUZ | ||
maggiemaya Oct 11 2008, 2:21 PM EDT I am here in the North Georgia Mountains where the day is exceptionally beautiful and I thought of my brother and how he always loves me and everyone without judgement and understands that every point of view has it's merit. He's a Libran... Libra, Libra Liberté To honor you I praise the autumn winds of change and accept your fair counsel. You are the light feet on the scale of justice who asks us to make amends. The world is gyrating, swinging between the polar extremes today. Yes/No, Stop/Go, Ebb/Flow Libra children you know the game we play. Teach us the beauty of the middle way. The Goddess gathers us and you explain how to walk between the drops of rain. You gracefully move on the zero point, the balance of perfection where right and wrong resolve. The place from forgiveness where we evolve. Libra Heroines Heroes hold the lamp Spread the map. We now decamp! "OK lets all hold hands Relax and feel our feet, light in crisp air. Gravity does not hold us here. Shadow Loss and Falling Dross hold no fear. We are the feather folk, the serpent strand. We are the leaf leaders floating from the tree. The ground has no push to punish when we land." Air sign your mind is clear and sings An October sky revealing myriads of stars. In the vast, all are in unison, freedom rings. We once again remember, believe. No longer does polarity's push and pull deceive. Through you our center path retrieved To My Brother Johnny Born 10/3/1957 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ | ||
undergroundlightwork Oct 3 2008, 9:17 PM EDT Binding myself to a cause, My eyes close from the inside. I'll never find myself lost, Nor feel the need to hide. knowing nothings known, the illusions fade away. Into peace that I've grown, a true home for me to stay. Numbers and shapes defining, this delusional reality. letters and sounds are refining, the reflections surrounding me. Outside of time my emotions, building my walls around me. Inside of life the commotion, is no longer confounding me. I live for the day I'm living, tomorrow will come in it's time. Time is not one for giving, therefore, I'm taking what's mine. All things exist in the moment, in the now can be found clarity. You'll never know what you've chosen, but choosing a choice is free. And freedom is more important than anything else you can gain. There can never be an enforcement, for those who have stepped out of pain. | ||
| ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Journey Home In the presence of the rising star lies the path to ressurection, In the glowing emerald lovelight I make my way the journey joyous through winding paths perplexing I am never lost though often quite bewildered there is no turning back Now released, the flood of ancient fears they dissipate into a hazy cloud blown by the winds of fate through the archipelago of miracles and signs and sometimes dire sraits the beacon ever shines and still I cannot loose my way but stumble on the stones of my unknowing doubt leaves me bruised but never broken and I gentled warrior, I fall, I rise now in my open hand jewels of my belonging reflecting emerald light leading me ever onward towards the One Heart my home. | ||
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