Rock musician's encounter with entities

by **hanshan** » Mon Jul 18, 2005 12:28 pm

It seems to be that in our minds, the entire universe is like the word of God: absolute and unchanging. This is the way we conduct ourselves. In the depths of our minds, there is a checking device that doesn't permit us to stop to examine that the word of God, as we accept it and believe it to be, pertains to a dead world. A live world on the other hand, is in constant flux. It moves. It changes. It reverses itself. non credo <img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/470/474745.jpg" style="border:0;"/> We are passengers in time Lost in motion, locked together Day and night, by trick of light But I must take another journey We must meet with other names Ooh we must meet with other names You touched my heart so deeply You rescued me now free me Don't watch me cry just see me go I'll take away the strongest feelings You will ever know There will be no more isolation In our secret separation You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me Now free me We are passengers in time Lost in motion, locked together Day and night, by trick of light But I must take another journey We must meet with other names If you hold me you will hurt me Be brave There will be no more isolation In our secret separation You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me Now free me We are matching spark and flame Caught in endless repetition Life for life we'll be the same I must leave before you burn me I am the stranger who deserts you only to love you In another life There will be no more isolation In our secret separation You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me Now free me I'll bear one precious scar that only you will know <img src="http://www.picthisphotography.com/pages/entertain/images/the_FIXX.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.dnalounge.com/flyers/2003/11/23-fixx-1.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Maybe, someday Saved by zero I'll be more together stretched by fewer Thoughts that leave me Chasing utter My dreams disown me Loaded with danger Maybe I'll win Saved by Zero Holding onto Wends that teach me I will conquer Space around me Maybe I'll win Saved by zero Maybe I'll win Saved by zero <img src="http://www.yoursongscollectibles.com/fixx-0001.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.byrneweb.com/Fixx/fixx.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.bngprodx.com/images/FIXX-2oz.jpg" style="border:0;"/> dissecting american politics is like analyzing the National Enquirer for secrets of the universe <img src="http://www.elmspuzzles.com/gallery/Pitt/Tornado%20Alphabet.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://rst.gsfc.nasa.gov/Sect14/tornado.jpg" style="border:0;"/>  Beardsley > Klimt....

by **seemslikeadream** » Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:47 pm

<img src="http://www.rjoannej.com/autumnshots/beemacrowing.jpg" style="border:0;"/>I was nineteen when I came to town They called in the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags The Hawks against the Doves I took a job in the STeamie Down on Cauldrum Street I fell in love with a laundry girl Was working next to me She was a rare thing Fine as a beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child She was running wild, she said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way Brown hair zig-zag round her face And a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights There was an animal in her eyes She said, young man, O can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my miind She was a rare thing Fine as a beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child She was running wild, she said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent And we could tinker lamps and pots And knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down Get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth And babies on the rug She said O man, you foolish man It surely sounds like hell You might be lord of half the world You'll not own me as well She was a rare thing Fine as a beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child She was running wild, she said As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We was camping down the Gower one time The work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for frost And I thought maybe we should We were drinking more in those days And tempers reached a pitch Like a fool I let her run With the rambling itch Last I hear she's sleeping out Back on Derby beat White Horse in her hip pocket And a wolfhound at her feet And they say she even marriend once A man named Romany Brown But even a Gypsy caravan Was too much settliing down And they say her flower is faded now Hard weather and hard booze But maybe that's just hte price you pay For the chains you refuse She was a rare thing Fine as a beeswing And I missher more than ever words could say If I could just taste All of her wildness now If I could hold her in my arms today Then I wouldn't want her any other way <img src="http://www.nagy-arts.com/Mosaics/snakeBee/sBeeUpper.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Home is where I want to be Pick me up and turn me round I feel numb - burn with a weak heart (so I) guess I must be having fun The less we say about it the better Make it up as we go along Feet on the ground Head in the sky It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong . . nothing Hi yo I got plenty of time Hi yo you got light in your eyes And you’re standing here beside me I love the passing of time Never for money Always for love Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight Home - is where I want to be But I guess I’m already there I come home - -she lifted up her wings Guess that this must be the place I can’t tell one from another Did I find you, or you find me? There was a time before we were born If someone asks, this where I’ll be . . . where I’ll be Hi yo we drift in and out Hi yo sing into my mouth Out of all tose kinds of people You got a face with a view I’m just an animal looking for a home Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I’m dead Eyes that light up, eyes look through you Cover up the blank spots Hit me on the head ah ooh <img src="http://hebert.kitp.ucsb.edu/sand/apr09-es.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Clothes Of Sand Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand? Who has taken you far from my land? Who has said that my sayings were wrong? Who will say that I stayed much too long? Clothes of sand have covered your face Given you meaning, but taken my place So make your way on down to the sea Something has taken you so far from me Does it now seem worth all the color of skies To see the earth through painted eyes? To look through panes of shaded glass See the stains of winter's grass? Clothes of sand have covered your face Given you meaning, but taken my place So make your way on down to the sea Something has taken you so far from me Can you now return to from where you came? Try to burn your changing name Or with silver spoons and colored light Will you worship moons in winter's night? <img src="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/avid_reader_winter_night.jpg" style="border:0;"/> The Lucky One Robert Klajda I'm the one who got away I think about it everyday I escaped the hand of fate Why was I not embraced? I'm the lucky one Put yourself in my place Toss the dice, have a play Fare thee well gentle mates I hope we meet again someday Everywhere I go people say I'm the lucky one They ask for my favorite numbers in the lottery But I'm only a survivor with no power over fate I take the blessings with the blame and I swear I'll never change So you're amazed I would complain The wheel of fortune turned my way Another dance, another day Another chance to skate away Everywhere I go people say I'm the lucky one They ask for my favorite numbers in the lottery But I'm only a survivor with no power over fate I take the blessings with the blame and I swear I'll never change I'm the lucky one ... Saved by zero was on my mind all day yesterday Edited by: <A HREF=http://p097.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=seemslikeadream@rigorousintuition>seemslikeadream</A> at: 7/18/05 11:48 am

by **hanshan** » Mon Jul 18, 2005 2:17 pm

She was running wild, ... I escaped the hand of fate <img src="http://www.seahorses.de/pferdorangeI89.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://members.iinet.net.au/~simont/FishTank/Seahorses/SeahorseTailSmall.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://home.comcast.net/~eschermc/After/Seahorses.jpg" style="border:0;"/> the lion in winter photo is terribly amusing & i can't imagine where you got it if i'm not seeing double it was taken in Harvard Yard; well remember some serious readin' have to go revoir quand après nous rencontrons le matin tenez le premier rôle se lèvera

by **rain** » Tue Jul 19, 2005 5:11 am

clambering up the Cold Mountain path the Cold Mountain trail goes on and on the long gorge, choked with scree and boulders the wide creek, the mist-blurred grass the moss is slippery, though there's been no rain the pine sings,but there's no wind who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among the white clouds

by **seemslikeadream** » Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:22 am

<img src="http://www.zicline.com/an3/semaine26/henley.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Let's go down to the Sunset Grill We can watch the working girls go by Watch the "basket people" walk around and mumble And stare out at the auburn sky There's an old man there from the Old World To him, it's all the same Calls all his customers by name Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill You see a lot more meanness in the city It's the kind that eats you up inside Hard to come away with anything that feels like dignity Hard to get home with any pride These days a man makes you somethin' And you never see his face But there is no hiding place Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Respectable little murders pay They get more respectable every day Don't worry girl, I'm gonna stick by you And someday soon we're gonna get in that car and get outa here Let's go down to the Sunset Grill Watch the working girls go by Watch the "basket people" walk around and mumble And gaze out at the auburn sky Maybe we'll leave come springtime Meanwhile, have another beer What would we do without all these jerks anyway? Besides, all our friends are here Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill <img src="http://www.lighthouseinn.on.ca/sunset2.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Last night as I stepped into the stage lights, I heard the people cry when they saw my face. There's nothing like our hearts beating in time. The crowd may inspire, but you give me my strength. Oh, hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry for your sweet smile. Lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I need to hold you for a while. I've been slipping into desperation; You're the only salvation that the Lord designed. Your absence is controlling my defenses. My life is senseless without you by my side. Oh, hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry for your sweet smile. Lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I need to hold you for a while. Loose ladies on the road will drive you crazy. Every "no" becomes a "maybe", it never takes too long. Missing you, I don't know what I'm gonna do. You don't know what I'm going through; everything seems wrong. Oh, hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry for your sweet smile. Lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I need to hold you for a while. <img src="http://www.clapton-online.com/clapton/albums/bigalbum/ec34.jpg" style="border:0;"/>  Rien de dormir cette nuit Je veux de toi Jusqu’à ce que je sois sec Mais nos corps sont tous mouillés Complètement couverts de sueur Nous nous noyons dans la marée Je n’ai aucun désir Tu as ravagé mon coeur Et moi j’ai bu ton sang Mais nous pouvons faire ce que nous voulons J’aurai toujours faim de toi Mais nous pouvons faire ce que nous voulons J’aurai toujours faim de toi Tout le monde est à moi Je l’ai gagné dans un jeu de cartes Et maintenant je m’en fous C’était gagné trop facilement Ça y est alors, ma belle traîtresse Il faut que je brûle de jalousie Tu as ravagé mon coeur Et moi j’ai bu ton sang Mais nous pouvons faire ce que nous voulons J’aurai toujours faim de toi Mais nous pouvons faire ce que nous voulons J’aurai toujours faim de toi Mais nous pouvons faire ce que nous voulons J’aurai toujours faim de toi Mais nous pouvons faire ce que nous voulons J’aurai toujours faim de toi No matter what I do I’m still hungry for you No matter what I do I’m still hungry for you Rien de dormir cette nuit Je veux de toi jusqu’à ce que je sois sec Mais nos corps sont tous mouillés Complètement couverts de sueur I’m hungry for you I’m hungry for you I’m still hungry for you I’m hungry for I’m hungry for you <img src="http://www.woodstocknation.org/hungryeye.gif" style="border:0;"/> Oh hanshan busy day, other daughter in car accident right after I wrote you yesterday, I was at the hospital all day. She is alright, just bruises. My koi are in need of mucho attention today and I am so tired. <img src="http://www.arborman.com/images/koi_at_waterfall_my__pond.JPG" style="border:0;"/> Je veux de toi jusqu’à ce que je sois sec Mais nos corps sont tous mouillés Complètement couverts de sueur

by **professorpan** » Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:47 am

<img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0000009SY.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Act II SCENE NINE A TOKEN OF MY EXTREME Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / ware-house / condominium complex, Joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and a dramatically illuminated image on a wall-sized TV screen... L. RON HOOVER: Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only! Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don t wanna know what they have seen Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don't wanna know what they have seen JOE: (thinking to himself) Some people think That if they go too far They'll never get back To where the rest of them are I might be crazy But there's one thing I know You might be surprised At what you find when ya go! And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks The Answer to his problem... JOE: Oh oh oh Mystical Advisor What is my problem, tell me Can you see? L. RON HOOVER: Well, you have nothing to fear, my son! You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, It appears to me! JOE: That all seems very, very strange I never craved a toaster Or a color T. V. L. RON HOOVER: A Latent Appliance Fetishist Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself That sexual gratification can only be achieved Through the use of MACHINES... Get the picture? JOE: Are you telling me I should come out of the closet now Mr. Ron? L. RON HOOVER: No, my son! You must go into THE CLOSET And you will have A lot of fun! That's where they all live So if you want an Appliance to love you You'll have to go in there N' get you one JOE: Well...that seems simple enough... L. RON HOOVER: Yes, but if you want a really GOOD one, You'll have to learn a foreign language... JOE: German, for instance? L. RON HOOVER: That's right... A lot of really cute ones come from over there! (Fifty bucks, please) And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing aluminum foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making sure he pays in full, all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers nis final instructions... L. RON HOOVER: If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an yer in between Don't you be Tarot-fied, It's just a lot of nothin,' So what can it mean? If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an yer in between Don't you be Tarot-fied, It's just a lot of nothin, So what can it mean? (etc., etc., etc.) JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try L. RON s expensive advice CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to speak German Now, get this, heres why he did it! He's gonna go to this club on the other side of town, it's called THE CLOSET... And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy dressed up like a housewife who can speak German (you know what I mean)... so Joe's learned how to speak German, he goes in this place and he sees these little Kitchen Machineries dancing around with each other, and he sees this one...that looks like it's a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner and a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body... it's really exciting... and when he sees it, he BURSTS INTO SONG...

by **hanshan** » Tue Jul 19, 2005 12:32 pm

<img src="http://www.bobbydarin.net/sdboonemathis.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin The moment you come into view Chances are you think that I'm in love with you Just because my composure sort of slips The moment that your lips meet mine Chances are you think my heart's your Valentine In the magic of moonlight when I sigh, "Hold me close, dear" Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes Guess you feel you'll always be the one and only one for me And if you think you could Well, chances are your chances are awfully good Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes Guess you feel you'll always be the one and only one for me And if you think you could Well, chances are your chances are awfully good The chances are your chances are awfully good <img src="http://members.aol.com/mcrniemela/pmontage.jpg" style="border:0;"/> When a man loves a woman, Can't keep his mind on nothin' else, He'd change the world for the good thing he's found. If she is bad, he can't see it, She can do no wrong, Turn his back on his best friend if he put her down. When a man loves a woman, He'll spend his very last dime Tryin' to hold on to what he needs. He'd give up all his comforts And sleep out in the rain, If she said that's the way It ought to be. Well, this man loves you, woman. I gave you everything I have, Tryin' to hold on to your hot blood long. Baby, please don't treat me bad. When a man loves a woman, Down deep in his soul, She can bring him such misery. If she is playin' him for a fool, He's the last one to know. Lovin' eyes can never see. When a man loves a woman he can do her no wrong, he can never hug some other girl. Yes,When a man loves a woman I know exactly how he feels, 'Cause baby, baby, you're . When a man loves a woman <img src="http://www.martin.com/casestory/images/Osaka-Blue-Note-main.jpg" style="border:0;"/> sorry to hear about your daughter's driving skills & am happy to know she is fine... (chill mate)<img src="http://www.nd.edu/~ndband/photos/scandinavia/104%20-%20Day%208%20-%20Copenhagen%20-%20Tivoli%20Gardens%20bumper%20cars.JPG" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.bosnic.com/slike/I%20ching.gif" style="border:0;"/> You find a flower half-buried in leaves, And in your eye its very fate resides. Loving beauty, you caress the bloom; Soon enough, you'll sweep petals from the floor. Terrible to love the lovely so, To count your own years, to say "I'm old," To see a flower half-buried in leaves And come face to face with what you are. <img src="http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/features/saltz/Images/saltz6-20-7.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.12move.de/home/crumb/Fritzbw.jpg" style="border:0;"/> haha - vous amusez ainsi

by **seemslikeadream** » Tue Jul 19, 2005 1:20 pm

<img src="http://ocean.otr.usm.edu/~u312788/comprel/LovelilaofKandR.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Radha describes Krishna's attractiveness: How can I describe his relentless flute, which pulls virtuous women from their homes and drags them by their hair to Shyam [Krishna] as thirst and hunger pull the doe to the snare? Chaste ladies forget their lords, wise men forget their wisdom, and clinging vines shake loose from their trees, hearing that music. Then how shall a simple dairymaid withstand its call? <img src="http://www.jambase.com/merch/4312lg.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Hmm hmm hmm, yeah... Hmm hmm hmm, yeah... Hmm hmm hmm, yeah... It is you (oh yeah) It is you, you (oh yeah) It is you (oh yeah) Cause a pressure drop, oh pressure Oh yeah pressure drop a drop on you I say a pressure drop, oh pressure Oh yeah pressure drop a drop on you I say when it drops, oh you gonna feel it Know that you were doing wrong. Hmm hmm hmm, yeah... Hmm hmm hmm, yeah... Hmm hmm hmm, yeah... I say a pressure drop, oh pressure Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you Oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you <img src="http://www.coldbacon.com/pics/catfish.gif" style="border:0;"/> no words<img src="http://www.auburn.edu/english/gb/gbsite/china/medieval%20china/hanshantn.jpg" style="border:0;"/>

by **hanshan** » Tue Jul 19, 2005 2:04 pm

you, my dear SLaD, are hilarious.... make my day... <img src="http://img.mp3search.ru/cover/club/ru/small/2465" style="border:0;"/> Forty seven dead beats living in the back street north east west south all in the same house sitting in a back room waiting for the big boom I'm in a bedroom waiting for my baby She's so mean but I don't care I love her eyes and her wild wild hair dance to the beat that we love best heading for the nineties living in the wild wild west the wild wild west Mandy's in the backroom handing out valium sheriff's on the airwaves talking to the D.J.'s Forty seven heartbeats beating like a drum got to live it up live it up Ronnie's got a new gun Now put your flags in the air and march them up and down you can live it up live it up all over the town and turn to the left, turn to the right I don't care as long as she comes tonight Heading for the nineties living in the eighties screaming in a back room waiting for the big boom give me give me wild west give me give me safe sex give me love give me love give me time to live it up <img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00004RE0E.01.TZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://eil.com/newgallery/The-Escape-Club-I-Will-Be-There-285048.jpg" style="border:0;"/> ....

by **rain** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 2:09 am

Gura mis' tha fo mhulad An nochd is trom tha mo cheum 'S snigh air mo ghraidh fhein An nochd is trom tha mo cheum Tha 'ad 'nan sineadh 's na carnan 'S luchd mo ghraidh a chumadh suas sinn Bha m'athair ann 's mo mhathair 'S Raghnall ard a' chul dualaich 'S tric a thug 'ad dhomh preasant 'S ad nan seasamh ri m'ghualinn Cha n-eil fath dhomh bhith 'gan ionndrainn Chaidh an uir air an duathar Gur h-iomadh piuthar tha gun bhrathair 'S gu bheil i craiteach air vair ean Beannachd Dhia dha 'n anan Righ nan Aingeal 'gam buaireadh Cha n-eil mise 'ga aicheadh Siod an dulag nach gluaiseadh An nochd is trom tha mo cheum Gura mis' tha fo mhulad Mhairi Sine Lammond

by **rain** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 2:37 am

pour Ramon de St.Clare sur Epte, c.911 Lo plaing comenz iradamen D'un vers don hai lo cor dolen Ir' e dolor e marrimen Ai, carvei abaissar Joven Malvestatz puej' e Jois dissen Despois muric mon Ramon Cercamon Rides et larmes sur l'eau

by **seemslikeadream** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 10:43 am

The Four Sleepers <img src="http://www.furman.edu/~jleave01/courses/culhistjpn/culhistOutlines/chjslides/mokuansleep.jpeg" style="border:0;"/> Old Feng-kan embraces his tiger and sleeps, All huddled together with Shih-te and Han-shan They dream their big dream, which lingers on, While a frail old tree clings to the bottom of the cold precipice. Shao-mu of the Hsiang-fu salutes with folded hands. <img src="http://www.rock-ties.com/images/album_covers/jethro_tull/catfish%20rising%20cover_big.jpg" style="border:0;"/> What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep. Could it stop the sun rise hearing you weep? You're not seen, you're not heard but I stand by my word. Came a thousand miles just to catch you while you're smiling. What a day for laughter and walking at night. Me following after, your hand holding tight. And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear. If I can but make the words awake the feeling. What a reason for waiting and dreaming of dreams. So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes, that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving. <img src="http://www.tibet.cn/tibetzt-en/zgddzhx/pics/092093.jpg" style="border:0;"/> Take one last step backwards and disappeared with me into Moonlight Cliff Come a little bit closer Hear what I have to say Just like children sleepin' We could dream this night away. But there's a full moon risin' Let's go dancin' in the light We know where the music's playin' Let's go out and feel the night. Because I'm still in love with you I want to see you dance again Because I'm still in love with you On this harvest moon. When we were strangers I watched you from afar When we were lovers I loved you with all my heart. But now it's gettin' late And the moon is climbin' high I want to celebrate See it shinin' in your eye. Because I'm still in love with you I want to see you dance again Because I'm still in love with you On this harvest moon. Did you see that full moon rising last night hanshan? <img src="http://www.art-antiques.ch/picture/other/800-899/850-1.jpg" style="border:0;"/> There are some beautiful photos here if ya have the time check out the slide show. <a href="http://www.oasisgalleries.com/landscapes.htm" target="top">www.oasisgalleries.com/landscapes.htm</a>

by **seemslikeadream** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 11:07 am

The King of Angels has tempted them away <img src="http://www.gaelsong.com/images/thumbs/D2385.jpg" style="border:0;"/>

by **hanshan** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:15 pm

Old Feng-kan embraces his tiger and sleeps, <img src="http://www.mystictheatre.com/photos/posters/little_feat.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://bluestormmusic.com/store/images/products/liferemahesr.jpg" style="border:0;"/> it's hidden far away but someday i may tell the tale of metal tangle when into your world i fell without you now i wander soaking secretly afraid 'cause in your grasp the fears don't last and some of them have stayed i wheeled around because i didn't hear what you had said and saw you dancing with elihu up on leemor's bed and i was foggy rather groggy, you helped me to my car the binding belt enclosing me, a sample in a jar and on the market stands unfolding with all their willies and their wares i shuffle by alert but numb to all the glances and the glares and i think of you unheeding all the times i raise my cup it's now i know that you knew that i'd soon end up end up you tricked me like the others and now i don't belong the simple smiles and good times seem all wrong this is a Phish compostion but if you haven't heard Little Feats' cover, it's an absolute must; it's on the Chinese Work Songs album <img src="http://musicsojourn.com/AR/Prog/img/l/LittleFeat/FeatsDontFailMeNow_300.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://theband.hiof.no/band_pictures/chinese_work_songs.jpg" style="border:0;"/> as you seem to have an interest am enclosing source material as overview <img src="http://www.colorhealing.com/MagusofJava.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <a href="http://www.universal-tao.com/amazon/healing_love.html" target="top">www.universal-tao.com/amazon/healing_love.html</a> <a href="http://www.universal-tao.com/amazon/taoist_secrets.html" target="top">www.universal-tao.com/amazon/taoist_secrets.html</a>  rain somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands <img src="http://campusapps.fullerton.edu/news/arts/2004/chinesepainting/img/painting2.jpg" style="border:0;"/> always marvelous fun

by **hanshan** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:45 pm

<img src="http://www.jaybrowngallery.com/images/seereylester/seerey-lester_-_full_moon_rising.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://phototravels.net/scotland/pcd0864/eilean-donan-castle-moon-18.3.jpg" style="border:0;"/> <img src="http://www.aanc-astronomy.org/ArticlesForAANC/Churchill-FullMoon/RisingMoonSmall.jpg" style="border:0;"/> am bound to natural cycles so - yes, did see that gibbous moon my calendar says tomorrow Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952. <img src="http://etech.northern.edu/tie/tie07/ccr-poster.jpg" style="border:0;"/>

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