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"It's strange, you know, the Net is denounced as austere, the product of the engineering mentality,so forth and so on. It's the most feminine influence that Western civilization has ever allowed itself to fall under the spell of. The troubadors of the fourteenth century were as nothing compared to the boundary-dissolving, feminizing, permitting, nurturing nature of the Net. Maybe that's why there is an overwhelming male preference for it, in its early form, because that's where that was needed.... Read full post
"If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon, and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you, the Mystery. The one that can never be solved."
Tom Robbins (Author) via Rob Brezsny
"You have about 100 billion neurons in your brain. That also happens to be the approximate number of stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. Coincidence? I think not. As the mystic dictum reminds us, "As above, so below." The macrocosm and microcosm are mirrors of each other. Everything that happens on a collective level has an intimately personal impact. The better you know yourself, the more likely you are to understand how the world works -- and vice versa.( ... )" Rob Brezsny (source:... Read full post
shine your shame within reflection shatters mirror cracked is as cracked does best reward - punish feelings of unworthiness plague low self esteem ants get all the crumbs whilst praying mantises get final word on ants lost, this stark abyss cataclysmic tidal wave leaves no prisoners easier to drown in seas of unforgiveness cast cold heart adrift trust time and tide to point the main sail toward distant horizons heaven above falls knowing below hell rises Christ, it’s no surprise!
God, there's no time for that one conversation I’ve been meaning to have for a while with you. Pain masks the man light-less eyes tell the story of loss and abandon a soul leaving home. Pale as a sheet flaps each minute an hour cold silence a barrier between then and now. Pray, please forgive letting go is the hardest when unfinished business screams outside the door. Our saving grace and the one consolation Death’s finger on the trigger your potential for joy. Because …... Read full post
Unspeakable When it happens A twist of the ring So to speak, yet not Out loud to be spoken Death, in final majesty Of pulse, breath and life Stops deeply – - exhales For the last time, this time This time, this time, this ... Time ran out the back door And so it goes until gone, you Leaving with all proper farewell Hearts bleeding tourniquet words Vanquished amongst the forgiven Morphine
Size seven and a half ladies shoe imprints upon beige carpet ... a trail of bloody evidence the day I came to call and found the tangled mess of you!
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Leben, Leben-digkeit blüht auf,
im "Moment" ?
Im Moment selbst, existiert keine "Zeit". Jeder Moment, ist Jetzt und Hier - und schon, wieder, gewesen, vorbei. Was im Moment entsteht, ist, was aufblüht, und das kann die "Zeit" (die künstlich-geschaffene Zeit) nicht. In der "Zeit" kann nichts aufblühen. Die Zeit kann nur auf das Verwelkte (zurück) blicken und sich für die Zukunft etwas konstruieren; nur etwas unlebendiges,... Read full post