posted November 13, 2007 01:47 AM         

What you said, zanya, made me laugh,
and I was thinking, "I love it"
("it" being LIFE)
I love to see us looking at the picture
putting the puzzle together.
We all see something different.
Someone's city on the hill is an open plain.
Someone's guiding dove is the bird of freedom.

Hmm... I wonder what's in his hand... lol

Lia,

"Horizons always kiss the sun."

Beautiful.

posted November 13, 2007 02:13 AM         

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Also, the stones on the hilltop he stands are placed around him, as if he were performing a sacred preparational ceremony perhaps.

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i thought they were pink flamingos, or crabs, or something.

actually Stephen, it is all about life isn't it? and i thought that the sun, shining with such intensity, seemed to be pointing to the city, in similar fashion to the Star of Bethlehem. i think there's a happening of great import there...a Big Event. and that traveling wise man, he is like the Magi...carrying an ancient scroll, prophecy, or astrologically significant document in his hand. now how shall he traverse the terrain before him to the holy event?

posted November 19, 2007 03:57 PM         

...made me think of a poem i love ~

Warning to Children

Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
You live, you think of things like this:
Blocks of slate enclosing dappled
Red and green, enclosing tawny
Yellow nets, enclosing white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where a neat brown paper parcel
Tempts you to untie the string.
In the parcel a small island,
On the island a large tree,
On the tree a husky fruit.
Strip the husk and pare the rind off:
In the kernel you will see
Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
Red and green, enclosed by tawny
Yellow nets, enclosed by white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where the same brown paper parcel -
Children, leave the string alone!
For who dares undo the parcel
Finds himself at once inside it,
On the island, in the fruit,
Blocks of slate about his head,
Finds himself enclosed by dappled
Green and red, enclosed by yellow
Tawny nets, enclosed by black
And white acres of dominoes,
With the same brown paper parcel
Still untied upon his knee.
And, if he then should dare to think
Of the fewness, muchness, rareness,
Greatness of this endless only
Precious world in which he says
he lives - he then unties the string.

posted November 23, 2007 03:25 PM         

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I'll be okay.
I'll find somthing to do.
((DRUGS))

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I didn't notice this until now.