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1. Zephyrus
   The West Wind

   an interesting form of writing... a lot of the "poetry" I write is really just stream of consciousness writing that happens to rhyme. it would be cool to have people write their stream of conscious thoughts here and maybe discuss what ideas they evoke and what they might mean. here's one from me:

   wandering along the distant halls of silent maturation, he stumbles through the dusts of time upon the darkness. silence fills the ever growing hallway as he trembles down the corridors of dimming light and memory. distant footsteps echo from the walls, perhaps from halls above the doorway in the silence of the night. he stops and hesitates among the growing flood of patters, wondering about the faces of those ever wandering shoes. peering ever further through the monuments of night he wanders along the hall in hopes of reaching dismal stairs along the edges of his world. but darkness sets around him in the windowless affair. he's passing by the shades of empty rooms and drifting past the sockets of electrical delights, but never nearing closer to the stairs he seeks this night. stumbling through the sands of ages he falls upon the floor, grasping in his hands the dust that slows his quest for ancient doors.

   Posted 8 months ago #

2. karen
   Love Being

   Figuring my brain is fried, frazzled. What's a diode? Discombobulate the mainframe and build a new projecton. Forward motion at all times. Now. What is time but a collection of now? Never mind the mainframe just breath. What an honour it is. Blessed. Being. Thank goodness for now. This is where I find heaven, just a perspective away.
   The brain is overstuffed so the soul must be nurtured. Libra I am, balance it is... lest the Scorpio she rises! Muhaha!
   The west wind howls today. In the park I though the branches may come undone, but they bowed to Zephyrus. 'Twas honour I saw, and a crow. I see that bird in my meditations. She flies high in pale blue. There are no clouds, no wind. Not there.
   Zephyrus brought rain today, for the springing life of the underground. Been along time since I rode that train. Not since Paul. I miss the train. The smell and sound of it.
   And I glance across the room, there a statuesque Buddha bids me peaceful being and my nieces bid me Love. :)
   Thank You.

   Posted 8 months ago #

3. karen
   Love Being

   That was so enjoyable! Zephy, you're a genius! :o)
   Mel, You're gonna love doing this! :o)

   Posted 8 months ago #

4. Halibut
   Love Peace and Prosperity upon you and your children and your children's children

   OOOOO I so jumped on this, thank you zephy for the idea! karen you know me too well. :)

   ok here goes:

   the push and pull night and day gathered me up in a dark soft blanket and threw me into morning SPEW! here i am thoughts spin another day, here we go. gather strength refocus attention the day will be long and no i am not strong so please god help me i just want to be a good mom good mama good mother good wife good worker good person its somewhere in side but i hide selfishness behind busy-ness and exhausted work throught the day some gratification THANK YOUS wow, i wasnt expecting that, but not good enough, not good enough. take deep breaths remember there's air. oxygen life feeling, some people run faster than me thought that was impossible! and I see myself in them and realize my impatience and laugh at myself. GC my outlet my friends give me opportunities i can be me silly little me fishy me just me. my kingdom is fretting the kings furrowed brow releasing tension upon me, non intentional frustration I ask for favors and we collide and then apologize and i say we need a break. children who depend on us i worry for and wish better for but stuck in world i didnt mean to create wish for better, someone gives suggestions always but what? no nothing changes. nothing changes. nothing changes....

   but me.

   ZEPHY KAREN HALIBUT.

   NEXT!!!! :)

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5. Zephyrus
   The West Wind

   trying another piece of writing... "I'm not a nut, I just play one on GC."

   it is a victorian house. it sits on a hill. there is a spire. inside the spire there is a room. inside the room there is a mirror. in this mirror is a reflection. the reflection is fleeting. it fleets from dawn till dusk. it is not seen, but it is felt. who's reflection is it? where is the reflectee? the room is dark and dreary, the mirror likes this. it affords it the opportunity to reflect more subtle shades and colors and meanings. the reflection stares intently upon the berber carpeting that glows softly with the rays of a struggling noonday sun, filtered through the purple rainclouds that have not yet begun to shiver and spout the quenching waters the earth desperately cries for. the mirror does not care. it is warm and dry in its room inside the victorian house upon the hill. though not well cared for, it has many things to reflect, this keeps it well occupied. it enjoys this. as a gently breeze wafts across the surface of the content mirror, it shifts its gaze onto a neatly made, if dusty, bed. the bed has not seen an occupant for many years. it is a wasteland. it is dusty. the mirror abhors the dust. it is unsightly. though it does appreciate a well-made bed. the pillow on the bed has ruffles. it provides many shades of colors for the mirror to reflect. the pillow could be pink or perhaps purple, the mirror cannot tell, it is too dark to discern the proper shade, and it has long since forgotten the true color. it does not especially care. the dust catches the mirror's reflection yet again. it weeps at this mar upon the otherwise well-made bed. it would love to brush aside the dust, but it cannot. so it moves its reflective gaze elsewhere, but as it does, a surly cloud covers the still struggling sun. darkness fills the room. the mirror sighs...

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6. Zephyrus
   The West Wind

   This Space Intentionally Left Blank

   Posted 8 months ago #

7. Zephyrus
   The West Wind

   walking slowly. passing moonlit trees. emerging. open field. green grass. very green. impossibly green. fucking green. numerous shades. various lengths. reaching. touching. grasping. stroking? what? moonbeams... calmed. soft breeze. rustling. gentle. warm air. silence. light. bathed in light. loving light. gentle hugging light. hugging close... pin pricks. in the sky. night sky. staring intently. gazing? gazing down. softly. prickling. pleasant. lovely. awe-struck. vast. spanning. infinite. unsettling. subtle. BIG. immense. Love.

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8. Butterfly
   Member

   Disconnected, reconnected, taking new step.. Quiet is peace. And step again. Brilliant sensation. Blissful is the face. Then Laughing! Laughing! Sparkling glow of lenses opening. Soothing warmth the spark within. And therein known the meaning.

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9. Zephyrus
   The West Wind

   tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock... breaking silence. speaking softly. speaking highly. no one hears. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock... speaking to the dust. speaking to the table. speaking to the chairs. empty chairs. empty room. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock... stillness reigns. stillness beckons. dutifully counting the stillness. appearances deceive. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock... curtain billowing in evening breeze. a forgotten window betrays the outside air. time proceeds. no one notices. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock... the dripping dish towel has long since dried. ripples long since erased. plates sit. glasses sit. utensils sit. waiting. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tock... the speaking slows. tires. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. tock.... grinding. softly. silence lengthening. tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tock..... no rush. tick... curtains billow. tick... breeze is gentle. tick... dust drifts. tick... empty chairs. tick... empty room... tock. silence...

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10. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    red. red sand. dusty red sand. breeze flowing gently. drifting red sand. drifting slowly over rocky hills. like snakes. weaving, curling, curving. rustling. brush. windy. filtering through distant hills. carrying the sands. weaving them. curling them. curving them. climbing. climbing sandy hills. vast, lonely, silent hills. sifting sands. sifting through landscapes. defying grasp. defying time. defying. defying. defying...

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11. seawhisperer
    Whisperer of the Sea

    Sailing silently, softly, safely, over black waves, whose white caps glow bright under the shimmering silver moon. And as the light hits the ripply parts of the waves, sparkles refract up the moonbeam and add to the glittering diamonds in the night sky. In the shadows the ship becomes ghost like. Her sails torn and ragged in the half light, half blackness, and the old wood of her masts, resemble the old gnarled bones of those poor souls lying under the sea in Davey Jones' Locker. As she sails on into the night leaning on her keel, many magical realms does she visit. Sailing sometimes into obscurity, sometimes into invisibility, sometimes into clarity. Mimicking the changes in consciousness, when sleeping when dreaming when waking. How magnificent is this gallant little ship, fearless and tireless as she sails on and on and on. Other friendly ships occasionally come close and for a moment their lights mingle and flicker, as if in recognition and if they weren't merely ships, they would have you believe that in that moment of recognition, there was also a shared moment of love. Then just as suddenly they are gone.

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12. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    dust. a bare dusty floor. as far as the eye can see. vast expanses of exquisitely grained wood floor, with a slight layering of dust. like a gentle dusting of fine snow. perhaps months, years of fine dust. a column. a tower? rectangular. reaching high, high into the stale air. also wood grained. dented and chipped at the foot, sharp as a newly sliced 2x4 at the top. it expands sharply into two more beams midway up, while the tower continues on, ending in a finely carved knurled knob at the upper reaches of the stagnant atmosphere. spanning the two beams is a soft plateau, draped with a fine and gentle substance. an excess of dust perhaps? no... something of another sort... gazing further along the plateau reveals a gentle landscape of rolling hills and winding valleys. and at the end, another wood grained tower... staring further into the desolate landscape yields another tower. this one fat and squat. its beams are low to the ground, and spanned with a very thick wooden plateau, stretching into the sky. its surface studded with knobs and rectangular cracks. a cacophony of smaller towers and spires at its summit. both structures are strangely silent, eying the vast expanse of dust without emotion. a gentle breeze wafts across the wasteland... billowing dust in its wake... but still, nothing seems alive in the wandering expanse of dust...

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13. Halibut
    Love Peace and Prosperity upon you and your children and your children's children

    wow zephy i hope you become a published writer because you have a natural ability. sometimes I think about writing, some kind of book, I get started and give up because i never can say what i really mean. maybe i should practice...

    ok here goes.

    There is in this place a winding road that many travelers walk alone. Some walk together. On either side is a dense forest, where we suspect some have ventured off the road to explore. Some have never been seen again, and we can only guess that they have found what they were looking for there. I sometimes think I would like to step off the road and disappear into that forest with its welcoming branches and greenness. It is shady and mysterious. It reflects something inside me that I dont understand but I feel I should somehow.

    Today I will not go. Or will I? If I step off this road and rest awhile in the forest, will I too never be seen again? The smells of leaves and thicket on the ground beckon me, its pungent yet fresh scent makes me want to lie down and breathe it in and forget all. If I burrowed in it I could stretch my arms, stretch my fingers and connect to the roots of all the trees and become a part of the forest and never be seen again...

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14. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    our toaster is possessed by an evil spirit.

    you think I'm nuts, don't you?

    Posted 8 months ago #

15. moonlight
    Ever changing shapeshifting moon.

    ha.
    clogged drains, early morning traffic, dogs barking in some distant realm. Virtual reality could be very convincing way to spend time. love and caring understanding feeling. No reason to have any more wars. Life is too valuable to just throw it away because our leaders want more for the few, always more at the detriment of many. Intentions, choices why. Too many people not enough resources. Soon the fish will all be eaten. Disposable. Acids eating away at biodegrade able gunk. Cat wants kittens and is very vocal about it. one confuses me. I want to understand without being pushy or nosy maybe this is the way of hiding. Never revealing too much. Don't want to hurt anyone. Many shapes many characters all parts and pieces of the whole.
    Hopes wishes dreams life work immortality possible must first change the government so that people can strive towards better lives.
    Kittens cats noise cars work sleep awake. Awareness, we are all connected. Butterfly effect you must be careful what you do. Just do the best you can intentions misdirected can also be evil. If a good company sells evil stuff does that make it evil. If an Evil company sells good stuff is it evil to buy the good stuff. Food, should try to live without it for awhile not long just long enough to let the body rest. Too much to do and here I am typing away. Must go do life now. Clogged drains. Chemicals. A man tells me humans are crazy they shit in their own water supply. Natural human waste isn't the problem it is biodegradable it is everything else. The pills they eat. The nasty stuff they clean their houses with. Grease bacon grease 8 or more inches of it clogging one drain backed up by acid that refused to eat through it.
    I dislike plumbing. I like the backhoe better.
    Well, if this makes Zephy smile I guess its ok for me to do.

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16. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    drifting lightly over dew be-speckled grasses, the silvery glow of moonbeams etches infinity upon the night. the tall grasses sway gently in the summer breeze, reaching for the stars that blink and smile from afar. rolling dunes of grasses sweep across the fields, studded occasionally with stones and boulders, wrapped with mossy shawls. wisps of lingering fog shimmer like curtains in the air, drifting slowly about the isolated landscape. a voice appears, lilting and curling gently through the midnight air, accompanied by a stroke of loving thought. the voice envelopes its owner, as the landscape is immersed with her presence. she drifts slowly and aimlessly among the ruins of ancient pasts, her voice sounding through the night. draped with locks of billowing black she flows through the grasses, dispelling whirling wisps of fog-strands in her wake. searching through the moonbeams she continues her quest, vanishing like a wisp of fog in the shimmery summer night...

    Posted 7 months ago #

17. karen
    Love Being

    I plain old love you.
    Sometimes it strikes me how far away you all are, yet your words are here, and with them, your spirit, your essence. And it is the same as mine.
    I said 'come closer', and you did. Thank you.

    Posted 7 months ago #

18. Butterfly
    Member

    Standing on Earth under cloud shadow, calling the storm this day… Breathe. Number the pages.. Go. You show me your “love”? Ask of me Love? Motivation behaves with ill manipulation seeking my attention. You “love” me? …True Love Not is the driver of such ego.. So much noise..forgetting..sleeping..Images of love, light and healing? Behavior is dark and manipulative at times, over there… It is as the pattern of an Ogre across the river. Anger, rage, suspicion, fear, there.. Fucking dangerous ego out of control, donning pretty mask… Still, I Love, Unconditionally. Must make peace in that which I see in others which is a relection of self? Ok.. Work to let go, and Love, Unconditionally. Remember. It is the Way of Truth. Accept these things as lesson… ? Ok. Yes. Simplify and declutter the heart. I build my realm upon Stillness and UL. Lessons always come. Non-resistance, forgiveness, acceptance is key. Conditioned ego still arising in me too..(Caught the mirror.. Never thought I’d say, “Thank God for a frizzy hair day”..). Simplifying my existence. You do not know this is my way.. Meager, humble, basic.. Not intellectual. Your work is for You. My work is for Me. I cannot do your work for you. At job, it is quiet. My inner-chatter constant. My inner-light constant. Thoughts and feelings roll and gush.. Grabbing for the paper and pen… Again, and again, daily. Pack them in back pocket, and moving on. Beauty?..Paper. Question?..Paper. Emotion?..Paper.. Tough love?..Paper. Anger?.. Paper. Stillness?...NO Paper. Oh, I am as a child.. I only want to be Still and Blissful, and flutter as I Will. I grow tired of the hard work. My brain becomes null and void. Rest.. Then..Ok.. Start again.. Work? Most soothing, meaningful, purposeful?.. Light-work.. where it is received without expectation, is True connection. Where it opens Eye for a moment, is True connection. Where Unconditional Love is known full circle, is True connection.. Let’s get high and just BE… Quiet.. Quiet.. quiet…… quiet…….... quiet….. Moving on… Crankin’ It!!!! “….I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right, Move to the music, we can roll all night. Oooh, oooh, slow ride - oooh, oooh ...Slow ride, take it easy..Slow ride, take it easy..” “…Wish I was back on the bayou. Rollin with some cajun queen. Wishin I were a fast freight train, Just a chooglin on down to new orleans…” Ohh.. no words.. just let me feel the music loud.. Zeppelin, where are you?!.. CRANKIN’! Window down..FLYING! ..on way back to Sacred Sanctuary.. Home again… pieces of paper everywhere.. become confused. Number the pages. Sit with words.. Stay to Truth……. Speak.

    Posted 7 months ago #

19. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    a more conventional stream...

    mind wandering. many thoughts. thinking about colors. pure colors. I see now pure blue of sky. green of tree, swaying gently in wind. sunny. lovely. summer coming, I am happy for this. music. fluid. flowing... tastes good... wondering what to do. thoughts cross to people. specific people. one in particular. she is lovely... nice and kind, though I do not see her often. wishing I had more opportunities to talk to her, to befriend her more... perhaps it is not in the cards... oh well... thinking about sleep. sleep is nice. I like peering out the window at the world as I lie waiting to drift off to dreamland... sometimes an hour, more often several, rarely minutes. I see the night glow, of town lights reflecting off clouds, sometimes the moon shines down, sometimes not. there is noise. but most noise is from music. dreams come slowly, but vividly... never lasting for long. normally good. love is a common theme. I am often visited by an unknown girl. with black hair. I do not see her face, but I know inside that she is "The One." does she know this? is she out there, or only a figment of my mind's imaginative stories? I hope she is real, I would like to meet her some day...

    Posted 7 months ago #

20. karen
    Love Being

    Can I remember the words I had yesterday? I should have written them down then. I meant to, but I got distracted by a news article... Nothing new there!
    I will not force it now. the words will return when they are ready... I've found the usually do.
    For now I'm content watching the yellow flicker of the candles reflected in the black of the window. The night has come and time moves in linear motion... forward they say, yet I sense a certain primativeness in the spirit of things that has not been touched by time. I find that reassuring.
    Only two candles reflected in the window. Where did all the others go? Maybe they are not needed tonight.

    face the megalomaniac with humility; let peace be the journey.
    combat hatred with love; know yourself.
    overcome anger with calm; breath.
    counter greed with generosity; empty self of self.
    replenish the tired spirit with reflections of goodness; heal.

    Yes, the light was bright enough.

    Peace be the journey.

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21. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    I see you in the nights of lore
    to wake from these I find a chore
    thoughts will glisten in the stars above
    and rain their gently universal love
    I seek the glow of distant haze
    that envelopes forgotten days
    we drift among the flow of rivers
    carving through our past
    but the current's slowing much too fast...

    Posted 7 months ago #

22. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    I can't remember the way
    of words I had yesterday
    I am writing them now
    in the mind of today

    the stars, they sing softly
    of a river above
    that rains on the plains
    of a heart out of love

    seeking shelter from distant malaise
    through endless ruins of ancient life's haze
    please cover my tracks
    get me out of this maze...

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23. karen
    Love Being

    Where am I? The blue planet! Third rock from the sun. Not so blue now, not on this moonlight side. It's multi colour really though. Have you ever noticed the colours in a brick? I spend a lot of time looking at bricks. they are all around me much of the time. I was in conversation with god one time (yes, I know how that sounds, but if you substitute god for the higher-self then you'll see the my god doesn't live in the sky! lol) and it came to me that I should spend time looking for the beauty in bricks, so I do. I may find enlightenment in a brick one day :o)
    Anyway, I was in the chippy (chip-shop) waiting for my order the other day and I used the time to study the bricks which formed the structure of a pub across the road. They were ALL colours! Truly, you have never seen such amazing bricks! - Mauves and maroons and greens and greys and reds and rusts and blues and hues of all kinds! *v*
    Where was I? - On a blue planet, surrounded by bricks with not nearly enough trees on it.
    I will secretly plant more trees where-ever I find likely places. I have planted more apple pips, and plumb stones. Dates too, but I don't know if they will grow. They are in seed trays and pots just now. When i think they're strong enough I'll plant them out.
    Who needs gardens anyway! lol
    But what is this 'I' to which I keep referring. Separation! Divided by bricks! Dear God! Is there no end to my ego! *v* LOL
    I'm going before I get any sillier. ;o)
    Peace.

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24. karen
    Love Being

    I'm growing into me. Setting myself free of endless restrictions. I bring them to an end; that is my choice. I will be my conscious self, even when unconsciousness is all around me. I will remain aware of the moment. I will breath.
    I will endeavour to articulate vague notions of complex structures which constrain an individuals growth into consciousness. I will be quiet when I have nothing to say. - The silence is not my responsibility,; it is my opportunity to connect.

    I will shed inhibition and restraint.
    I will look to the rules no more.
    My energy will flow unrestrained.
    Another's reaction to me is theirs to decipher.
    No 'good' or 'bad'.
    No 'other' to seek.
    I am whole.
    I am complete.

    Let distance be no object when souls meet.
    We are One.
    We are the same.
    I love you.

    Posted 7 months ago #

25. Zephyrus
    The West Wind

    black and white. night is trickling from the hinges. sliding, melting, dribbling down the door frames. dousing light along the way. a silky sheen of inky black envelopes droplets of skittering light. bouncing like a boiling bead of water on a scorching sunlit sea...

    Posted 7 months ago #

26. karen
    Love Being

    My view has improved since I opened my eyes.
    Didn't realise I had my eyes closed,
    then, suddenly, with a tilt of my head, I saw
    things I'd never seen before,
    in ways I'd never realised before!
    Funny; the view hasn't changed at all..?
    Aha!
    The trouble must have been with the viewer
    all along.

    ;o)

    Posted 6 months ago #

27. karen
    Love Being

    So happy! So filled with Being. Like the tide laps the shore and shapes it, peace comes to me today and softens my rough edges.
    I love the wild rough storms which leave me energised and fit fr the fight, which shape me in the manner of great waves shaping rock, but I love the gentle lapping of the tide too.
    In the end, however life comes, however it rises in me, as rise in me it must or there is no me to write these words (here a tangent on perspective looms!), it softens my rough edges and it strengthens me.

    I plain old love you all!
    I will write one day of each of you and tell you why that is, but today just take it, with honour, as my truth. The outside world is calling me now.

    Love. Peace.

    Posted 6 months ago #

28. Halibut
    Love Peace and Prosperity upon you and your children and your children's children

    In the mist of a moment I make my way through, not sure what to do but hoping;
    helplessly hoping like csny sang and wondering whether today will be ok;
    its just another day, another day to choose
    every moment will i win or lose
    its unimportant, yet i find myself HERE,
    AND HERE,
    and also over here.
    and now. and now. and now. and forever NOW.
    "the children that you spit on, as they try to change their world,
    are immune to your consultation, they're quite aware what they're going through,
    ch-ch-ch-ch-changes" -David Bowie
    still changing!! not a child anymore, children of my own going through perpetual change
    they struggle then flow, struggle then flow.
    I struggle then flow, struggle then flow.
    A stream flows, then in the rocky parts, with less depth, struggles, turns and twists,
    and SINGS all the while!
    forever returning to the flow.

    Posted 6 months ago #

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